Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote
Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote Oh, I know you. I know the language of your face and the taste of your spit and the smell of your shit. I know you Kaden, your odd...
Fiction
Roadside by Mike Bryan
Roadside by Mike Bryan The engine rumbled as Danny rolled the throttle and worked the gears of his Harley through the twisting canyons. The small brown package was strapped to the rear fender as...
What can you tell me about mercy? by Jeff C. Stevenson
What can you tell me about mercy? by Jeff C. Stevenson Tim wasn’t looking for a fortune teller, but since he needed one, he suddenly saw their signs everywhere. Walk-ins Welcome. So he did...
A Woman Alone by Lewis Gibb
A Woman Alone by Lewis Gibb The man in the shadowed jewellery shop doorway hoped the crew he sent would be worth the money he had paid. He watched as, across the street, Jessica...
2 is for Taboo by Craig Faustus Buck
2 is for Taboo by Craig Faustus Buck (read Craig at Amazon for his novel Go Down Hard: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UIVNIIC/ ) The crowd is a potpourri of races, genders and variations, castes, ages, walks of...
Faces by Larry Griffin
Faces by Larry Griffin You wake up in a hospital bed. Wires attached to your arms, a breathing apparatus in your nose. Everything is white and hard and loud. You don’t remember a thing...
Tap by Christopher Hivner
Tap by Christopher Hivner Tap, tap, tap. Trask Donley found the edge of the curb with his stick. Shuffling his feet forward, he reached out for the road and when he was satisfied he...
Rooftop Reflection by D. C. Golightly
Rooftop Reflection by D. C. Golightly Here’s the thing I don’t understand: what’s the point of being a criminal in this city? Maybe I need to explain that better. As the former sidekick to...
Snowden Storm by Gary Ives
Snowden Storm by Gary Ives Was it Berlin, or Moscow, Vienna and perhaps Kiev? But where the Snowden Storm began is really inconsequential. The important thing is how fast the Storm spread. Within two...
The Afternoon by Shefali Shah Choksi
The Afternoon by Shefali Shah Choksi The haunting always began in late afternoon. Loud children returned to the shade of their homes to escape the midday heat, and the swings, the slides, the lawns,...