Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

MINOR KEYSby Eric Stevens How DARE she yell at me like that! That bitch! Sophie walked down the sidewalk next to her apartment, earbuds placed firmly and playing nothing. She wore her sunglasses, though it was...

FROSTby Phil Mershon For the next nine years he wandered from one ranch to the next. The old man had long ago gone to whatever final rewards he'd had coming, leaving George to embrace solitude...

CLOSING TIMEby Edith Boyd Mr. Colton’s wife sounded nice on the phone. She called the store often, and when she did, I got a good feeling, except when she was upset about one of their...

LIVING MACHINESby Reece Braswell My Grandma was eighty-six when we admitted her to the hospital. There, rubber-gloved hands cared for her, piercing needles into the walls of her veins and connecting monitors to her heart....

ZODIAC COLLEGEby Chukwuebuka Festus Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell’s despair. Love seeketh only self to please,To bind another to its...

TOMMOROWby Naethan Pais His eyes opened rather swiftly for a man his age. It was painful. The sudden overload of information flooding through, rendering his surroundings as smoked glass. His frail frame rose up, painfully,...

IVANAby Magdalena Blažević Ivana (16. 8. 1993) I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path and turn grey. It remembers the...

HOW NOT TO BE TWENTY-THREEby Mitch The peck on my neighbor’s lips from the morning after turns into a full-blown make out session. She heads to work as I crawl back to my bed –...

DISAPPEARED SOUNDSby J.C. Sullivan One night the week before last Jane Parker clearly heard the sound of an eight track tape clicking from one track to the next.  She had not heard that click, that...