Alone by Paul Cesarini
Alone by Paul Cesarini I don’t know how long I’ve been here and that’s a problem. I assume it’s been a long time, longer than most would expect, longer than I’m comfortable with. I...
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The Cold Light of Autumn by Billy Ramone
The Cold Light of Autumn by Billy Ramone Benny’s family had a cabin down in the Hocking Hills.I’d never been there, but I’d heard it was nice. So when he asked if I wanted...
The Poor Witch by Michael Fowler
The Poor Witch by Michael Fowler “Will we fly out?” I asked old witch Maggid. Maggid had told me that we were going to foil an upstart witch in Kentucky—the reckless sorceress had made...
Blood Trail by Gregory Meece
Blood Trail by Gregory Meece Urban living offers advantages, like proximity to work and a vibrant lifestyle. However, after a decade of noise and crime, Robin and I yearned for serenity and safety. Our...
Knockoff by Chris Kahle
Knockoff by Chris Kahle I am a mystery shopper who loves his job more than anything in the world. That means I happily go to work each day as a professional consumer replicating what...
De Draconibus Americanis by C. Breeze
De Draconibus AmericanisJournals on the Subject of North American Dragonsby C. Breeze FOREWORDWhat follows are pages recovered from the personal journal of Francis Hildebrand, renown explorer and draco-herpetologist of international fame. His work on...
Nana Emma by Dennis Kohler
Nana Emma by Dennis Kohler Nana Emma’s house was empty. It was less than it had been. It was, now, without her vibrant spirit. She had been gone less than three weeks when the...
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark Kirkoff was always disappointed in Cleveland. It was 1990 and Lake Erie was still the shitty mess it had been twenty years ago. He always wanted to enjoy...
What Holds the Future? by Bill Tope
What Holds the Future? by Bill Tope iSweeney sat in the examination room, clad in a hospital smock that was open in the back, and staring bleakly at the pale green walls and the...
More Than Me by Bill Tope
More Than Me by Bill Tope 1Henry glanced down at himself, saw the threadbare white t-shirt with the food stains and where he’d brushed his teeth that morning and dribbled toothpaste onto the fabric....