BROTHERS by Jeremy Ford
BROTHERSby Jeremy Ford
I wasn’t sure my brother understood what happened. I knew he didn’t understand what it all meant. You see, Jacob’s didn’t process things the way you or I would. They’d told us...
FAITH AND DESTINY by John Tavares
FAITH AND DESTINYby John Tavares
Things were happening so fast—Faith couldn’t believe how quickly her anger overpowered her. When she discovered her sister took her brand new black yoga pants, and chopped the legs off,...
CANCERPHOBIA by Anna Lindwasser
CANCERPHOBIAby Anna Lindwasser
“John Proctor got me feeling some type of way. I can see how he honorable. He sacrificed his life for what he believed in. But we talking bout a thirty-year-old man who...
A TABLE, FOR TWO by Gary Jaycox
A TABLE, FOR TWOby Gary Jaycox F
It was ten minutes before Two on a Tuesday afternoon when I cracked open the door to O’Shea’s Tavern. I was early and that was fine with me....
CHANGING LANGUAGE by Steve Colori
CHANGING LANGUAGEby Steve Colori
The bluish lights from the television were glowing from the bar. I was out to eat with some friends on a week night and there were several groups of people in...
THE WAYS OF FISH by Chris Cleary
THE WAYS OF FISHby Chris Cleary
The second time a flying fish thumped Tyler Spradlin squarely in the chest seemed to him a miracle. The first time he was fourteen and with his Uncle Dee-Wayne on...
WANTED MAN by Anahit Petrosyan
WANTED MANby Anahit Petrosyan
Now that he was suspended, Levi lied down in the back seat of his car and closed his eyes, going back three weeks to when he had been assigned this undercover...
ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWN by Matthew Abuelo
ONE NIGHT IN A NAMELESS TOWNby Matthew Abuelo
It was another sleepless night in a long line of sleepless nights for Jimmy Miles. He was kept awake by a sharp pain that started in his...
THE COMPANY HE KEEPS by John Garcia
THE COMPANY HE KEEPSby John Garcia
He sits at an empty table in Leon Cafe in downtown Guatemala City. Looking up, he watches the uneven, twirling blades of a dust-covered ceiling fan, and slides over...
DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRY by Beth Goldner
DROVE MY CHEVY TO THE LEVEE BUT THE LEVEE WAS DRYby Beth Goldner
I stole the Jackson Marlowe sculpture, Cattails for Wendy, from the front yard of Jackson’s very own house. The stems were made of rebar...