Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives
Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives This is about my cousin Gordon who grew up rough. Nobody, including his mother Thelma, knew for certain who his father was, only that he was black. Sadly,...
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Short Stuff by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
Short Stuff by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Nobody in San Juan, California, would have ever predicted how Tuesday Gipson would turn out. She proved the adage, don’t judge a book by its cover. Tuesday...
Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. It’s 2:30 A.M., and I’m driving down a one-lane dirt road at five to ten miles per hour with my high beams on. I have not driven this...
Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech
Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech Corvus Morgenstern stood in the shadow of the crystal-laden white tower before him. A blue banner with a sun and crescent moon symbol flew off...
Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty
Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty I didn’t mean to intrude on the Federation neighborhood. I blame it on the foggy mist that rolled in the way it does in San Diego; it settled...
The Bid by K. McGee
The Bid by K. McGee “Wakey wakey! Get that perky little ass out of bed, Karla. We got us a situation here!” Karla curled into a ball, hands clamped over ears, and for one...