THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer
THE DOLL FACTORY
By Elizabeth Brewer
I once woke to find my reflection unfamiliar. No longer a human as I had previously been, I was an old doll; cracked and broken down. Face crumbling as my...
THE CLOCK By Michael Onofrey
THE CLOCKBy Michael Onofrey
A corrugated awning, extending out from the side of the warehouse, provides shade. Mid-September and hot, and it’ll remain that way for another month. But still, people take their breaks outside....
THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L Recio
THREE BLACK BIRDS
By Jose L. Recio
At dawn, Ana, Carolina, and I set to hike on steep trails from the foot of the Pico de las Espadas onward to the top of that Aragon Mountain. ...
LITTLE BITS FOR DINNER By Anna Villegas
LITTLE BITS FOR DINNERBy Anna Villegas
My big brother’s romantic history includes a series of reasonably tolerable partners (except Marianne: anyone sporting blood red fingernails on purpose is disqualified from the get-go), women who have...
ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS By Wayne Hall
ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS
By Wayne Hall
Nonchalantly Melvin Langley pressed the green button on the over-sized remote causing the television to come to life drowning out the silence that loomed throughout the small apartment like...
MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM By Michael Mohr
MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM.
By Michael Mohr
It was the summer of 2009. I'd been hitchhiking for about three months. I'd met Matt in New York City, at the cheap hostel on West 125th...
CHRONICLES OF THE GODS By Victor Bade
CHRONICLES OF THE GODS
(An excerpt from the novel)
By Victor Bade
Chapter 1
(This part of my journal has a very distinct feature about it that makes it quite unlike the previous ones. I know that...
ROOT By Jeffrey Ihlenfeldt
ROOTBy Jeffrey Ihlenfeldt
The elm had to go. It had been diagnosed and determined—Dutch elm disease. The broad branch with the rope swing was already yielding yellowing and twisted leaves, and they had begun to...
ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Ben Inks
ACTION HERO’S EULOGY
By Benjamin Inks
Her Nike trainers splash by, crossing our path for the second time this misty, black morning, and she looks me in the eye (if only for the briefest of curious...
THE STORY OF HENRY: CHAPTER & VERSE By Elizabeth Gauffreau
THE STORY OF HENRY:CHAPTER AND VERSEBy Elizabeth Gauffreau
When Francis strolled into Carney’s Restaurant for his morning coffee, a newcomer sat at the counter having coffee and doughnuts and reading the morning paper like a...