by Douglas J. OgurekRAI—that’s short for Romanowski Architects, Inc.—had a lot of asses, but the biggest ass was Dorkwimp Buttkisser.
by Tom SheehanHardly with a hop, skip and jump did Frank Parkinson come home from Tobruk, Egypt, North Africa, madness, and World War II in general.
by Mitchell GraboisThis is not a job I ever expected to have, but I couldn’t keep farming, not enough land, machines too old.
by Mary Ann McGuiganMy mother had convinced herself—and us—that the landlord would never go through with it.
by Horacio QuirogaHer honeymoon, when it came, induced in her the seed of dread.
by Russell HemmellCa’ Dario stands in front of us, sombre, sleek and precious, often avoided and always dreaded.
by Samuel ColeI touch his shoulder, wishing to touch everything else. Now. Here. Out in the open.
by Peter CowlamMinions in a free press, let loose with a vision, wash tides of stucco from their blades as work ends on a coastal tower.
by Claire HoppleSmith’s sister convinced him to move in with her and her husband. They weren’t able to have kids and he could tell even over the phone that she relished the chance to mother him.
by Stephanie HuttonThe boiler’s death rattle shook the walls just as snow started to sprinkle over the moorlands.
by Michael FrydHe was startled when he looked up to center his tie and saw nothing: no face, hair, chest, hands, shirt, tie—no George.
by Catherine DeileyMid-October wrapped its orange arms around southeast Pennsylvania, and the sweaty hallways of Oley Valley High School, where Cassidy Angstadt waded through the start of her freshman year.
by Peter J. StavrosIt’s that thing that wakes you at three in the morning, with a gasp and a startle.
by Deirdre FaganI read it in the paper, the news about the 87-year-old man who went to bed with a bump on his head and never awoke again.