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...
TOMMOROW by Naethan Pais
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,...
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...
THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MAN by Benjamin Haimowitz
THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MANby Benjamin Haimowitz
For eleven years since the shaking caused by Parkinson’s disease made life at home with him impossible, Steven’s grandfather had been in a facility for the chronically...
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...
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...
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...
SANDCASTLES by Kamila Stopyra
SANDCASTLESby Kamila Stopyra
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Dry air from the nearby desert touched Alan’s delicate face. The 13-year-old nodded politely to an old man speaking to him. Yet, the boy was too focused on desperately trying to stop...