Fiction: Wise
By: Lisa Buscani She stands in the doorway, arching her back in the way that emulates every late-night TV black-and-white screen sex goddess she can remember. Common sense tells her […]
By: Lisa Buscani She stands in the doorway, arching her back in the way that emulates every late-night TV black-and-white screen sex goddess she can remember. Common sense tells her […]
by: Timothy Elliot Again, she steps onto the steel platform to cross over the highway. Today, she may be one of only a handful to have walked this path, interesting […]
by: Patrick Gill Trigger Warning: Graphic Violence. Keep it dark, he thought, keep down the bill. Pitch, with a few pockets of 60-watt suns. Sitting at the counter in his […]
by: Joshua Barton splinters of ice cold frozen piercings, bleeding gums and white sores. the black spores of American discontent are spreading through a humid summer breeze. vacant rooms, gray […]
by: Shelly Phillips Fine. I’m going to do absolutely fine. As Alexia Miller steadily made her way down the shaded sidewalk, book bag bouncing with every light step, it […]
by: Patrick Gill “Any floating object displaces it own weight of fluid.” – Archimedes of Syracuse His body fell. We could say he jumped; he did land feet first from his […]
by: Zach Stafford Get their 30 minutes early. Since it is free, there will be a wait. When you arrive, go to the front desk, say, “Hi, I am here […]
by: Luis Blasini The restaurant has wooden floors and mirrors behind the bar. It’s full, but politely so. We sit at the bar and I ask why we never sit […]
by: Jason Wyman Once there was an old, gray Mutt with a large bushy white mustache and black feet named Amar. Amar was floating on a boat made of reeds […]
by: Johnny Gall The call comes late. Too late to leave the house. You always warned us not to go out after dark if we could avoid it. “If you […]