ROCKING THE CRADLE • by Swetha Amit
I am not sure how long I have been dead. Perhaps a month. A year. Or maybe even a few days. I can’t tell. My brain has been fuzzy lately. However, I do recognize my home. I am in my… Continue Reading
Stories
SOMEBODY’S GONNA NEED THIS SOMEDAY • by Jack Powers
Of course, they didn’t call it The Swedish Death Cleaning Act. “Death” wasn’t going to get any votes. But when they switched in “Patriotic” and “American,” Tada! The “Patriotic Environmental American Cleaning Enactment” passed with a bipartisan majority. Belongings were… Continue Reading
I BREAK THROUGH THE TREE-LINES • by Margot Tancred
The forest wrapped itself around me, the trees reaching up to almost touch each other in the canopy. Light filtered down in patches, speckling all around me in shimmering warmth. There was the odd waft of cut pine, a spider… Continue Reading
BEST FRIENDS • by Jennifer Dickinson
When I heard Mom in the hall, I scrambled away from the window, knocking over my model of the solar system. Mars’s tin foil body shot across the room, and I ran after it. But I froze when Mom rushed… Continue Reading
BRANCARD • by Travis Flatt
Across Reddit, Wikipedia, Quora, I hunt it. My eyes burst vessels. My wife leans in the door, saying, “Babe, you’ve got work in the morning.” I wasn’t religious until sickness ignited my brain. Not madness, electricity. Seizures sparking from nowhere,… Continue Reading
SKYWARD STEPS • by Zary Fekete
I’ve just awakened, but I already feel tired. It’s probably the jet lag, but that’s not all it is. I feel wrung out from these past few weeks. This is the third international trip I’ve taken in the past few… Continue Reading
THE NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION • by Anahita Ayasoufi
The parking lot was empty. It had to do with the stormy spring, otherwise people would be here to see the palm reader. Briana walked to the concrete stairs that led to the one-story residence/office of the psychic. A neon… Continue Reading
THIS IS A WINDSOR KNOT • by Nolan Capps
Roman Sherwood never expected anything from his drill instructor but glares and open-handed blows. Then came the day of the inspection. Sergeant Musselwhite singled the boy out, directed him onto the quarterdeck, and taught him how to wear a necktie… Continue Reading
COURTING BRISEIS • by Morgan Want
When Prince Mynes of Lyrnessus came seeking Briseis’s hand, he brought many gifts for her father: jars of oil and sweet perfumes that burned Briseis’s nose and made her sneeze; swaths of shining cloth, and, of course, caskets of jewels… Continue Reading
BUTCHERY • by Jordan Emilson
Cutting away the bad parts is important. Mama takes the shears and snips-snips-snips.I take a note in my head to cut close to the bone, avoid wastage, and not let the scrapsgo unused. She cuts further, gliding her knife along… Continue Reading