THE EDGE by Stephen Ray
My grandmother used to be a writer, and she told me a story about an edge. It was a terrible edge, and no one liked it. So, a few early authors came over to it, and they tossed a few… Continue Reading
My grandmother used to be a writer, and she told me a story about an edge. It was a terrible edge, and no one liked it. So, a few early authors came over to it, and they tossed a few… Continue Reading
We hang our skins on hooks by the door. We have no need for vanity or hides. Bobbie herds us toward the dining room where the table is set with white linen, floral china, scones, finger sandwiches, an elaborate trifle,… Continue Reading
The gun seemed heavier today — maybe that’s because it was pressed against his temple. All of those years on the range had made him quite comfortable with its weight and girth. He knew the metal and plastic Glock pistol… Continue Reading
“Hello, Lily, would you like some hot water?” asked the kettle. I shook my head as I wiped down the sink. “No, thank you, Arianne.” The kettle clicked on and off, a quick snick-snack. Maybe Arianne was irritated, or bored.… Continue Reading
Alexander Simon had been on the deserted isle for at least two years when the sails appeared on the horizon. The bonfire burned from the peak — Jade Peak, he called it, since it was covered in green foliage. So… Continue Reading
“But, Mom,” her son said, fidgeting from the passenger seat, “I can prove it.” He reached for the glove box. “Justin, leave that alone. I don’t doubt you, honey, it’s just Mommy’s sickness.” Anne-Marie jerked the wheel into the fast… Continue Reading
Francis was penning a letter to his monastery brothers back home when his bees malfunctioned. He stood from a bolted-down table and chair in a corner of the dirigible as tiny black bots emerged from their hives to buzz around… Continue Reading
Listen to “According to Plan” by Sarah Evans, read by Izzy David: [display_podcast] Sarah Evans has had dozens of stories published in magazines and competition anthologies, including: the Bridport Prize, Momaya Press, Earlyworks Press, Tonto Press and Writers’ Forum. Most… Continue Reading
I have been to this beach a million times. I grew up running between the rock pools to the west and the smugglers’ caves on the eastern edge. From the marram grass to the shoreline. My father, my mother, my… Continue Reading
Despite what Dr. Grenshaw’s been saying, I know exactly what’s wrong with me. Known it for a long time. I’ve prayed every day since for the Lord Almighty to go back in time and stop me from doing what I’d… Continue Reading