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A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. He was ragged, filthy, and smelled of sickness and sewers. He was too ill to care about personal appearances or even recall his name. The wastrel...

Caught Between Two Loves by Charles David Taylor

Caught Between Two Loves by Charles David Taylor Here’s the thing: mom absolutely would not tolerate lying or betrayal, and I was about to do both. It was seven-thirty Monday morning, and we were...

A Night Out by Christina Mentzer

A Night Out by Christina Mentzer Janice opened the heavy oak wood door. A mix of voices and Jazz music welcomed her. She inhaled the smoke of uncountable cigarettes that floated the room like...

Immortias by James Rumpel

Immortias by James Rumpel Thomas James Wolfe rolled over and looked at the clock. It was well past time to wake up. With a heavy sigh, he climbed over his sleeping wife. Her labored...

Star Crash by Ryan Priest

Star Crash by Ryan Priest We don’t know much about the universe. Never really have. This fact impressed itself upon the astronaut, as his small metal craft flew directly towards the bright, churning star...

The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta

The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta The nightmares began three days after Ishani moved from India to Kyoto. She found herself moving through narrow straight roads, with traditional Machiya-style houses, adorned with paper-lanterns. She...

A Part of Something by Evan Lowes

A Part of Something by Evan Lowes Many rose to their feet as the applause started. I had taken them through my time in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. One wealthy woman...

Empalme by Dylan James Harper

Empalme by Dylan James Harper “The process is extremely painful,” Dr. Lampone said calmly, barely turning away from his computer.           “How long will it take?” Ivan asked, his hands, usually firm and stoic,...

The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Dusk is settling like doomsday creeping on clawed feet. I slip on human and animal shit as I’m scrambling toward the House. The House is safer, and...

Singing Pagliacci by Marie Griffin

Singing Pagliacci by Marie Griffin Sterling’s heart raced when he thought about being late for the coffee house, but he had to get his makeup perfect.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror...