Fiction
Melissa’s Green

Melissa’s Green

by Douglas J. Ogurek
 
RAI—that’s short for Romanowski Architects, Inc.—had a lot of asses, but the biggest ass was Dorkwimp Buttkisser.
Escape from North Africa

Escape from North Africa

by Tom Sheehan
 
Hardly with a hop, skip and jump did Frank Parkinson come home from Tobruk, Egypt, North Africa, madness, and World War II in general.
Flashes

Flashes

by Mitchell Grabois
 
This is not a job I ever expected to have, but I couldn’t keep farming, not enough land, machines too old.
Song

Song

by Mary Ann McGuigan
 
My mother had convinced herself—and us—that the landlord would never go through with it.
The Feather Pillow

The Feather Pillow

by Horacio Quiroga
 
Her honeymoon, when it came, induced in her the seed of dread.
Dancing Bautas for the Ashes’ Day

Dancing Bautas for the Ashes’ Day

by Russell Hemmell
 
Ca’ Dario stands in front of us, sombre, sleek and precious, often avoided and always dreaded.
Bryan with a Y

Bryan with a Y

by Samuel Cole
 
I touch his shoulder, wishing to touch everything else. Now. Here. Out in the open.
Rolling News

Rolling News

by Peter Cowlam
 
Minions in a free press, let loose with a vision, wash tides of stucco from their blades as work ends on a coastal tower.
Pity

Pity

by Claire Hopple
 
Smith’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.
Six Decades of Savouring

Six Decades of Savouring

by Stephanie Hutton
 
The boiler’s death rattle shook the walls just as snow started to sprinkle over the moorlands.
The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man

by Michael Fryd
 
He was startled when he looked up to center his tie and saw nothing: no face, hair, chest, hands, shirt, tie—no George.
Kumm Fer en Gutte Zeit

Kumm Fer en Gutte Zeit

by Catherine Deiley
 
Mid-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.
Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore

Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore

by Peter J. Stavros
 
It’s that thing that wakes you at three in the morning, with a gasp and a startle.
The Grief Eater

The Grief Eater

by Deirdre Fagan
 
I 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.
Wedding Bells

Wedding Bells

by M. Nazar Syed
 
I looked down and saw my hands clenched tighter than they’d ever clenched before. A bead of sweat formed on my temple.

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