STANDOFF AT THE COUNTRY PRIDE MOTEL, STARRING BILLY FITZ by P. J. ...
STANDOFF AT THE COUNTRY PRIDE MOTEL, STARRING BILLY FITZby P. J. Gannon
A few hours after spiking some Afghan smack in Room 5 of the Country Pride Motel, Billy considered introducing a girl into the...
NO BETTER REASON THAN THIS by Torrie Jay White
NO BETTER REASON THAN THISby Torrie Jay White
The cabin smells like my grandfather as a young man. Like my mother’s skin in her last days. Like the gunpowder in my father’s pistol. Like the...
GOD’S OWN by Samuel Buckley
GOD'S OWNby Samuel R. Buckley
I. Adulthood
Nick’s fists thump the counter: come on.His teeth crush his lips: come on.His eyes move from the lurid displays set about the windows and shelves to the forbidden library...
ENCOUNTERS MAY BE PREDICTED by Paul Perilli
ENCOUNTERS MAY BE PREDICTEDby Paul Perilli
Back then, whenever I was looking for something good to read, I went to Spoonbill & Sugartown over on Bedford Ave. There was always plenty to choose from and...
WHAT DID YOU SEE? By Joel Worford
WHAT DID YOU SEE?by Joel Worford
It’s eleven P.M. and your hand is on your belt. You don’t see me. There are no streetlights in this neighborhood, so at first, you don’t see me. Or...
KNOCK by Nick Farriella
KNOCKby Nick Farriella
Esme was a charity care worker or “charity care officer” as she’d like to call it when discussing her job with relatives at family functions. She’d been doing it for twenty-two years,...
GUILT MONOLOGUE by Don Dussault
GUILT MONOLOGUEby Don Dussault
For me everything is in the present tense. Whatever whoever slips away into the past I yank it back. Here something of me thrives. And him. Too much of him. Straight...
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANS by Rina Sclove
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANSby Rina Sclove
Her hands are the only part of her that isn’t scarred.Everything else is marked, claimed, her skin varying shades of angry red and blistering purple, puckered and dry and...
PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODE by Anna Brassk
PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODEby Anna Brassky
A month ago, Chris began to see dwarfs, though not exactly see but rather sense their presence. Just as he was about to spot them,...
FLIPPING THE TORTILLA by Anita Haas
FLIPPING THE TORTILLAby Anita Haas
“You have lived here in Madrid for twelve years?“ Cheryl eyed Peggy, challenge in her tone. “And married to a Spaniard? You must be an expert on the culture by...