THE ROBBED • by Tim Boiteau
You can’t find your keys in the morning, so your wife drives you to work. At dinner, it seems, the salt is lacking, but when you attempt to add some more, the shaker is bare. The only consolation at the… Continue Reading
Horror
“CLAWS” • by LB Thomas
“I had a dream last night.” “That’s good. It means you were sleeping.” “I had a childhood toy, a stuffed tiger in a suit with a purple top-hat. I called him Fuzz. He was in my dream.” “Childhood can be… Continue Reading
THE REFRIGERATOR • by Jeff Switt
She sits naked on the floor of her hospital room, knees drawn to her chin, rocking back and forth. Her hospital gown, shredded. Fingertips, red and bleeding from stuffing bits of cloth into imaginary holes in the walls. The door… Continue Reading
GINORMOUS • by Benjamin Langley
When a shrill scream shocks me from sleep, I work on auto-pilot. Possibilities run through my head and with them the implications. If Kara’s fallen out of bed, her mum will analyse every bruise and bump when I take her… Continue Reading
THEY ARE LEGION. THEY ARE PIGEON. • by Lynda Clark
They started with our children. A shrewd move on their part. Many parents were glad when their child walked calmly into the centre of the flock, rather than chasing, limbs flailing. Some were perturbed that their little livewire now crouched… Continue Reading
THE KNIGHTS FROM OLDEN MEDIEVAL DAYS • by James Zahardis
Shadows danced in the light of smoldering fires. A sooty girl stood up from behind a heap of cinderblocks and tiptoed to a patch of dandelions growing amid the rubble. She skimmed the palm of one hand across the flowers;… Continue Reading
COLANDERS AND THE KALLIKANTZAROI • by James Zahardis
A heron perched in a mangrove tree glanced at the old pickup. Its tires crushed the shells lining the driveway leading to the back of a coral-pink house. An unshaven man in shorts and a sleeveless River Monsters tee-shirt hopped… Continue Reading
THE FACE ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR • by Carl Steiger
People see Jesus all the time. They see him on grilled cheese sandwiches and in patches of mold. They see him on walls with the paint peeling off. Even Linda said she saw him on a burnt tortilla once, and… Continue Reading
THE OFFERING • by Katie Stevens
It started with a dead crow left on the doorstep outside the kitchen. Its wings were folded tight to its body, eyes mercifully closed, feet curled up to its body. There was no sign of how it had died or… Continue Reading
FARMER LEON’S PUMPKIN PATCH • by Paul A. Freeman
Brad’s car cruised to a halt on the empty country lane adjacent to Leon Whale’s pumpkin field. A plump full moon rode high in the night sky, casting deep shadows around everything it touched. In the pallid moonlight, even from… Continue Reading