DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESS by Lazar Trubman
DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESSBy Lazar Trubman
A glade on the hill; on the glade – an old hut. Couple of windows, dilapidated roof, crooked porch crying for a fix. And wilderness for miles on end....
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DON’T WANT MUCH by Thomas Elson
DON’T WANT MUCHby Thomas Elson
This story happened over forty years ago, and reforms have eliminated its recurrence. The media would expose it. No one would tolerate it. We are in a new era of...
GOOGLE MAPS by Harry Groome
GOOGLE MAPSby Harry Groom
The Gardiners, along with Roger Anderson and Dorothy Vaux, had gotten hopelessly lost on their way to the party and swore that on the way home they’d use the GPS like...
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez
I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first service that year, Sister Juanita talked...
ON THE STAIRS by Alex Lobera
ON THE STAIRSby Alex Lobera
I met him on the stairs. I had never seen him before, and never saw him again. It was unusual to meet him there, because I never met anybody on...
MEADOWS by Whitney Judd
MEADOWSby Whitney Judd
"Lenore, Sing! Hang your head out the window! Sing! Look, here we are!""We're not there yet, Momma." The girl, still thick and slow with sleep, hung her hand out the window into...
CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff
CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff
Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity that was going on. And there...
ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley
ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley
On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class. She sighed. Now came the tricky part."Every Saturday morning at 10:30 in...
BYRESH by Virginia Duke
BYRESHby Virginia Duke
Byresh watched Katie scoot quartered hardboiled egg and cubes of ham to the side of her salad and squirt ranch dressing all over the top. She speared dripping olives, croutons, and cheese...
VICISSITUDE by James Tucker
VICISSITUDEby James Tucker
“You can’t miss the giant weeping beech in the back yard”. Those are the last of the directions the landlord gave me. He was not wrong.The tree is a colossus demanding...