HER LOVING ARMS by Marta Pelrine-Bacon
HER LOVING ARMSby Marta Pelrine-Bacon
Ella Cairnsworth didn’t mean to kill her boyfriend today. She loved him most of the time, and when she’d imagined murdering him, she’d planned on poison. Poison required no muscle...
MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Linda Marshall
MISTAKEN IDENTITYBy Linda Marshall
She’d flown back to St. Louis for her mother’s funeral, her sadness accentuated by their often difficult relationship; no fixing it now. It was in the past, yet Kate was obsessed...
SPIRAL by Martin Toman
SPIRALby Martin Toman
Rachel left the kitchen quietly, crossing the atrium to ascend the staircase, her foot fall soundless so as to not attract attention. The noises of the wake receded as she climbed, and...
LOST CAT by Bogi Beykov
LOST CATby Bogi Beykov
“Good evening, this is DreamNet - your friendly neighborhood internet provider. My name is Lilly. How can I help?”
“Thank God it’s you, sweetie?”
“Missis Hartford, how are you today?”
“Oh, you know, still...
TWO SHAWLS by Brian Feller
TWO SHAWLSby Brian Feller
Claire waited on the couch for her parents to arrive and gripped her husband’s hand as she watched the grandfather clock tick by. When it struck noon, it gonged loudly. Clair...
THE NIGHT I MET LOVE by Jannai Calderon
THE NIGHT I MET LOVEBy: Jannai Calderon
“Hey Babe, you ready? OH NO NO NO NO, come on’ you’ll have to come. you’ll have so much fun! Hun. And plus, I believe it will good...
ERNIE by Clive Aaron Gill
ERNIEby Clive Aaron Gill
I can’t decide if I should stay with Ernie. We’ve been together for fifteen years, and it will be hard to leave. But lately, I’ve been craving something… something different, you...
ZOETIC DEMISE by Savonte Hicks
ZOETIC DEMISEby Savonte Hicks
As I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was me, clear as day in a mahogany casket laid out in a black tuxedo, my drab hands clasped and my...
IVANA by Magdalena Blazevic
IVANA(16. 8. 1993)by Magdalena Blazevic
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...
SQUISHY STAR TUBE by Franco Amati
SQUISHY STAR TUBEby Franco Amati
The thing I remember most about that day was the squishy star tube. The way it moved all slippery in my hand and how those colorful plastic stars inside just...