HIS HOME by Effy Rose
HIS HOMEBy Effy Rose
It’s the house I grew up in, but everything’s different. Forty years ago, I left it to care for itself, and I suppose it has. It’s still standing. Under a blanket...
HE HAD A LOT OF STUFF by Thomas Tomlinson
HE HAD A LOT OF STUFFby Thomas Tomlinson
Greg was not a neighbor you would want to have. He would always play loud music. The neighbors were always asking him to shut it off. He...
THE GATS CLUB by Kedrick Nettleton
THE GATS CLUBBy Kedrick Nettleton
The sun was in that awkward, end-of-summer stage, where it refused to completely set at the end of the day and hung just slightly above the horizon, getting in people’s...
THE GIFT by Libby Belle
THE GIFTby Libby Belle
The nausea was bad enough to send her jumping out the window, only her house was a one-story and crashing to her death just wasn’t possible with a mere three-foot fall. Although,...
LINGER by Jessica Olivos
LINGERBy Jessica Olivos
LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I felt relieved and hurt at the...
DEALING WITH DAPHNE by Henry Simpson
DEALING WITH DAPHNEBy Henry Simpson
Daphne had already worked her way into Vergie’s confidence, displaced Lily in her life. Now she was pushing her out of the house. Soon she would convince Vergie to have...
TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXES by Zia Marshall
TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXESBy Zia Marshall Shoma scooped up her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs to get breakfast ready for Farhaan. Soft sunlight filtered in through the large picture window that...
HOMECOMING by Emelyn Grace Jaros
HOMECOMINGBy Emelyn Grace Jaros
The radio was less staticy that I remembered. Jason Aldean’s twang had only to compete with the whir of the AC and the rumble of tires against broken-up asphalt. One vent...
UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHES by Libby Copa
UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHESBy Libby Copa
She had not wanted him to come with her to the wedding in the first place. That morning as Maren lay naked from the waist up and in...
MISS NOMER by Ross Dreiblatt
MISS NOMERBy Ross Dreiblatt
“A true Queen of the Valley always carries herself with the utmost grace, style and speaks clearly with the occasional well placed vulgarity.”This phrase, the one so royally pronounced weekly to...