Bloodstained Quarters by Elwyn VJ Roth
Bloodstained Quarters by Elwyn VJ Roth The door to the warehouse hung open, letting in harsh sunlight; drifting to cover up every shadow in the building and heating up the concrete from its usual...
Fiction
Summoned by Kevin Hopson
Summoned by Kevin Hopson A vision woke me from my sleep. It only came to me because the woman in the vision, who happened to be in trouble at that exact moment, had mentioned...
Third Wheel by Olivia Hudak
Third Wheel by Olivia Hudak On this kind of night, at this time of sundown, the streets of the old frontier town were empty. But inside the bar, whiskey was poured, the piano played...
The Hordes of Hel by Justin Arment
The Hordes of Hel by Justin Arment In a time, long past and in a land not too dissimilar to our own the wind howled its desolate tune as the sun dueled the clouds...
Anything Goes by Viktor Caeneus
Anything Goes by Viktor Caeneus “Here’s your cocktail, Hon.” I took my rum and coke, sans the lime wedge to my great disappointment, and checked out the waitress. Black and white A-line polka dot...
Insignificance by Ryan Priest
Insignificance by Ryan Priest The worst phone call a single guy could possibly imagine at 6:13 a.m. An unknown voice speaking in that terse, military grammar, which they think is so esteemed but rings...
Late Night Customers by Megan Farney
Late Night Customers by Megan Farney It started with a book in a shop. Pages and Purrs, a small-town book shop nestled across a pier. It wasn’t the typical spot one would find a...
Sunburn Drive by Anastasia White
Sunburn Drive by Anastasia White I felt Tom’s fist knock my teeth out before I even realized it. Some of the crowd spat on us, others threw empty beer cans, and the rest were...
Cracking Whip by Dimitris Passas
Cracking Whip by Dimitris Passas I add the last words of the article’s concluding paragraph and then took the customary five minutes to sit back and read what I’d written once again checking for...
And Some Will be Gray by Chere Taylor
And Some Will be Gray by Chere Taylor My father was a son-of-a-bitch before it ever became popular to be one. Later in life, he would be celebrated for that very trait. Admired for...