ANCHORS AWEIGH by Alan Berger
ANCHORS AWEIGHby Alan Berger
We told and tell people we met in Church.At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet.That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”.We met within sighting...
MINOR KEYS by Eric Stevens
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...
AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISES by Andrea Taylor
AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISESby Andrea Taylor
They gathered the entire staff in the auditorium after dismissal and told us about the sexual assault that occurred in the staff parking lot early that morning. The...
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 –...
LIVING MACHINES by Reece Braswell
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....
THE COLLECTION OF NORA by Julian Isaiah Holbrook
THE COLLECTION OF NORAby Julian Isaiah Holbrook
Mid-afternoon sunlight enters through the cracked curtains unwanted, a spec of light in a dim-lit room that reflects the inner linings of her discombobulated thoughts. Nora feels the Colorado...
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE by Jeremy Townley
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICEby Jeremy Townley
Look at all them ingrates. I mean, just look at ’em. Stuffing their fat-pig faces with prime rib and red wine like the world owes them something. Ain’t...
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...
TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVEN by Trevor Love
TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVENby Trevor Love
You have two thousand words, two thousand and eighty-seven words to tell a story. Can you do it? Two thousand and sixty-five. Two thousand and sixty-one. Can you do...
NO SCUM by Michael Stanek
NO SCUMby Michael C. Stanek Klaus knew somebody had been there. The signs his commanding officer told them to look for were everywhere. Folded clothing washed to death, unsoiled, stale, scattered across the bed possibly for...