by J. Edward KruftJoey didn’t want to come, but I told him he didn’t have a choice because this was our weekend together and this is what I had planned.
by Ron Gibson, Jr.For as long as the boy had lived tree men had chased him. Always with nets, clubs and rocks.
by T.E. CowellOnce you start making shopping lists it all goes downhill from there.
by Mike LeeThe editor shows me to the door. I enter the hallway realizing I got the job. I was walking on air from the moment I left the elevator.
by Shannon ReadyWe are living in Josephine’s mouth. I can feel it. I am pretty sure Josephine put a curse on my mom for dumping her son.
by George DrewAbout ten thousand years ago, in the Mideast, a certain strain of wheat made agriculture possible by crossing with goat grass.
by Chris MilamHe told her they should slide into it, start with a tender elbow or two, maybe a playful throat punch, a measured build-up to the pain.
by R. E HengstermanThere’s a boy, and he does not speak. Dirty blonde and barefoot, he sits cross-legged in space. His arrival is unusual, but I have no fear. So in silence, I wait.
by Antoine BargelHad a liaison with Mr. Basilewski, residing at 59, Saint Peter Street, who had been involved with Mrs. Ferrari, to whom he had left a considerable sum.
by Jill JepsonShe was cool as ice cream, and twice as smooth. She’d done this a thousand times. Me, a couple hundred.
by Thomas ElsonTwo days after Walter T. Andrews received his prognosis, he sat with his second wife, Shirley, and detailed for the first time both his lymphatic cancer and the extent of his estate.
by DC DiamondopolousArmy Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, her unwashed black hair slicked back in a ponytail and knotted military style.
by Samantha Memi15-year-old Mary, pregnant by the spirit of God, wearily makes her way through the streets of Bethlehem with her 160-year-old husband, Joseph. “Oh Joe,” she pleads, “I can’t go on. I’m fair done in.”
by Tom MahonyThe red light felt endless. I flipped through the radio dial—sick of the same old stuff—and paused at a soft hits station. It blared some power ballad from the 80’s.