IVANA by Magdalena Blažević
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...
MEANINGLESS by David Norwood
MEANINGLESSby David Norwood
I looked forward to when the grounds across campus were cut. It happened every two weeks, and today was one of those days, and it just so happened to be the last...
FROST by Phil Mershon
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...
THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONY by Jonathan Baker
THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONYby Jonathan Baker
Today ought to be like any other Wednesday for Jackson Tolliver. He will leave his office at five-thirty on the dot and ride the train uptown to his...
DISAPPEARED SOUNDS by J.C. Sullivan
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...
HOW NOT TO BE TWENTY-THREE by Mitch
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 –...
THE COOKIEMEISTER By Stan Dryer (Frank Bequaert)
THE COOKIEMEISTERby Stan Dryer
Childhood memories come and go. An image on television, a friend’s joke or a single word can trigger an explosion of memories, a chain of remembrance plucked out of the past....
LOSING THE LOTTERY by Bailey Cook Dailey
LOSING THE LOTTERYby Bailey Cook Dailey
I dealt to the hook-handed man first. Single deck Blackjack. He was the only player at the table. He was on a hot streak winning what felt like four...
LUCKY PEOPLE by Christine Terp Madsen
LUCKY PEOPLEby Christine Terp Madsen
On the eighteenth anniversary of the end of World War II in Europe, Bubbe Jozef and Zayde Sofia gave up.We are tired, they wrote, tired of trying to become who...