PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz
PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz
I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...
GRAND LAKE – By Steven Sherwood
GRAND LAKEBy Steven Sherwood
Not three weeks ago Jim Pickett’s first love said she had fallen for some asshole accounting major named Vince. Now she’s calling from a bus stop in Castle Rock to ask...
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT – By Anselmo J. Alliegro
KISS OF THE RED SERPENT(excerpts from the novella)By Anselmo J. Alliegro
Witness to the Massacre
Hugo Bosque left the shade of the sacred jungle he was fighting to protect, made his way across the sunbaked riverbank,...
FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance
FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance
As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with flies, the aura of Death for...
RECKONINGS – By Stephen Baily
RECKONINGSBy Stephen Baily
“Close the door.”Lamm eased it shut with the toe of his sneaker and sat down kitty-corner to Lyons at the head of the conference-room table. He’d prepared a joke for his arrival, ...
FLIGHT – By J.R. Gerow
FLIGHTBy J.R. Gerow
She wakes him up and carries him out to the car with his head buried in her shoulder, straddling her ribcage and watching sideways through the veil of hair for his father,...
CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert
CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert
The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...
ASH WEDNESDAY – By Vince Barry
ASH WEDNESDAYBy Vince Barry
Save for the black pig she was walking, nothing struck Aschenbach as unusual about the woman he passed while on his daily constitutional along Maiden Street, careful, as always, to return...
GOODWILL – By Tony D’Aloisio
GOODWILLBy Tony D’Aloisio
I remember laying there for a few minutes right after waking up that morning, feeling all hazy and out of it. Like that was all I could do once I'd kicked off...
THE MAN WHO DID NOTHING – By Amr Mekki
THE MAN WHO DID NOTHINGBy Amr Mekki
The idea came to him as he sat behind his desk, staring at a thick stack of papers. He hesitated to start going through them for fear of...