THE BOY IN RED by Sean J.H. Rubin
THE BOY IN REDby Sean J.H. Rubin
JOSEPHINE
The concert took place outside the kindergarten. Blue spruce strove to survive the prolonged dry days of Armenian summer, but the war had not helped. Dawn's light shone...
RETRO – GENESIS 5:24 by Stephen Stratton Moore
RETRO-GENESIS 5:24by Stephen Stratton Moore
Fairfield County, Ohio 2012
A capricious dance of clouds and low-slanting sunlight brought the field of wild grass to life, turning it from the dull hues of winter into a brilliant,...
TELL HER by Denise Cloutier
TELL HERby Denis Cloutier
Ellen had been married to Richard Miller for twenty years and three months on the day he died. He’d been losing his battle with cancer for the better part of a...
OH MADELINE by Lynn Dowless
OH MADELINEby Lynn Dowless
The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the very heart, and capturing the very...
ONE LONG NIGHT by Jay Hookham
MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser
Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring out a window? It’s not possible....
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ASTRAL FEARS by Dylan Ward
ASTRAL FEARSby Dylan Ward
On an icy Christmas morning Hunter is frozen in front of the Orion SpaceProbe. It gleams black in the winter light, like a mystical entity electrifying the speechless boy. When he...
TWO WORLDS by Loren Sundlee
TWO WORLDSby Loren Sundlee
The sand slips away so gradually from the huts to the sea one might think that little more than a high tide could be one’s immersion and destruction. Aubrey Calland...
MY ROOM IN SAVILLE by Peter Fraser
MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser
Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring out a window? It’s not possible....
POSSESSED by Andrea Carlisle
POSSESSEDby Andrea Carlisle
Jane became aware of someone coming up close behind her in the crowded checkout line, so close she could hear breathing. When she turned to look, she saw a pale, thirty-something woman...
GRAVITY by Yvette Schnoeker-Shorb
GRAVITYby Yvette Schnoeker Shorb
The two professors might as well have been talking in another language, for their conversation was most definitely beyond the interests of those who considered themselves ordinary. The Comparative Literature and...