Vol 08

The Friendship by Clive Aaron Gill Keith, a balding, bearded man, stood at the front door of the redbrick and limestone townhouse on 5th Avenue in Manhattan. “Is Steve here?” Keith asked. “And who...

A Two Piano Town by River Hollins With the new railroad had come painted whores and a fancy piano, and Brother Jed was not going to waste his opportunities. So far, the town of...

Keziah’s Knife by River Hollins April 1876 Canaan, Goshen Territory (American South West). It was past midnight, and Gideon Holbrooke was at his prayers. He glanced down at the shotgun across his lap. The...

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...

The Exercise Bike by Steve Slavin 1 Remember the mild-mannered reporter rushing into a telephone booth, and emerging seconds later as Superman? Well, no one ever mistook me for Superman, but my friends often...

A Body in the Bay by N. T. Franklin The body floated into Razor Bay, but nobody noticed. It was early evening Sunday and the New England Patriots were playing the late game. The...

“A Garland of Blue Lotus” by Shefali Shah Choksi The brass vessel clanged on the stone floor, and a sudden alarm rippled through the palace. The princess’s temper was legend all through Kashi. Every...

Kirkland’s Pond Bridge by Colin Pryor Kirkland’s Pond sat next to Fenton High School. A former mill-pond turned state park, it served as a recreational area to thousands of boaters, fishermen, and day hikers...

Grease Frightening by Kristy Kassie Terriyaki-drizzled pork chops with roasted garlic and chillies, golden-brown potatoes, still-crisp zucchini, red pepper and carrot gleamed through a waft of steam. The meal looked as scrumptious as the...

Bestie Box by Tom W. Miller Even as she held the phone and listened to Danielle, her best friend, offer words of comfort, Tara could not avert her longing gaze from the photograph of...

Office Mouse by S.J.Budd It was the third time that Clara had dreamt that horrible dream again, but even worse, it was a Monday; the beginning of another week. She hated her job, and...