Vol 11

Not Who I Thought I Was by Mitchel Montagna

Not Who I Thought I Was by Mitchel Montagna The day I learned Bergin had died, at 50, I heard his terrified voice again, cursing me like few ever have.   We had bunked together...

S.O.S. by Keith Soares

S.O.S. by Keith Soares Okay, I admit you almost got us. But we’re leaving, and we’re not coming back. So whenever you return from gallivanting through the stars, you’ll find the place as empty...

QB1 by Frederick Foote

QB1 by Frederick Foote He was a seventeen-year-old black as sin, boy with a smile that would light up the Coliseum. At six feet two inches and one hundred eighty pounds with exceptionally long...

Just Basic Biology by James Rumpel

Just Basic Biology by James Rumpel On a cold spring Saturday morning, Kyle Emerson woke up with an unexplainable desire to go to Utah. The impulse grew in intensity as he prepared for the...

Uncontacted by Matt Hlinak

Uncontacted by Matt Hlinak Georgia leaned against the bar and wiped the sweat from her brow. The grandmotherly bartender hobbled over. Georgia ordered a bottle of water in passable Portuguese. The bartender nodded and...

The Future Vault by Harrison Kim

The Future Vault by Harrison Kim Neil, the wide faced, fast walking school bully, and inquisitive fifteen year old skinny shouldered Cal,  waded together through black, thick water, along a tunnel dark canal far...

Curveball by DL Shirey

Curveball by DL Shirey Ravé Eloh was born a bit wider than the other babies. Not fatter, wider. The doctor told his mother that Ravé’s body was made up of two conjoined twins who...

Road Rage by Keith Soares

Road Rage by Keith Soares “Pretty impressive numbers, aren’t they, Babe?” Rex says, flashing a wink. He thinks he’s subtle as he scans sideways across her curvaceous frame, but she knows. “Didn’t see,” she...

Infinite Loop by James Rumpel

Infinite Loop by James Rumpel 4:43. Allan didn’t want to look at the oversized digital numbers on the desk clock. He didn’t have to. It always started at 4:43. He had lost track of...

Do Us Part by A. Elizabeth Herting

Do Us Part by A. Elizabeth Herting The body floated like a cork on top of the lake, bobbing and dipping along with the current. It was impossible to say how long it’d been...