CLAWS by Vincent Yu
CLAWSBy Vincent Yu
At first there was horror. Then relief, acceptance, love. When he was old enough to go to school his parents assured him he was normal and handsome and if anyone were to say...
A WEEKEND IN DECEIT by Brett Kaplan
A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti
Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me papi.I’ll allow it.The turn wasn’t but...
THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERT by Kenneth Vanderbeek
THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERTby Kenneth Vanderbeek
“We live in a challenged world, where the lion is devouring the lamb.”The Reverend John Ambert put his sermon down for a moment to reflect. Except for his...
THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya
THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya
I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great blur of color that looks not...
DISSIDENTS by Michael Malloy
DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy
Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s former capital. It was a bright...
PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein
PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein
Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the attacker from six months earlier was...
THE FOREVER LETTER by Abigayle Thompson
THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson
That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home. It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds settled across the sky. A breeze...
IT WILL BE FOREVER by Jeff Richards
IT WILL BE FOREVERby Jeff Richards
Richard Sager lost his virginity in the spring of 1967 before our road trip across country to break in the red Mustang convertible my parents gave me for Christmas....
UNDESIRABLES by Dustin Pickering
UNDESIRABLESby Dustin Pickering
Some nights are more intense than others. Any night Ms. Courtney Devra sang is one of those nights. Her voice is serene and hypnotic, full of fear and trembling. When she announced...
DAY’S WORK by J. David Liss
DAY’S WORKby J. David Liss
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Washington, DC spread its legs as the train from New York pulled into Union Station. It was the earliest train from Penn Station and the tracks were still clean and...