DEAR COMRADES • by J.D. Harlock
Dear Comrades, You may not know who I am. You may not know how I know this. You may not know why I write to you. But if you have any regard for your wellbeing, if you care at all… Continue Reading
Stories
ONE OF US • by Stef Rozitis
“Lady Marian, Lady Marian… Oh, Milady, please listen to me.” It was Alice, and she was distraught, but I was mindful of father’s warning about encouraging over-familiarity in the servants. “Stop this fuss, Alice,” I said sharply, pushing down the… Continue Reading
FATHER OF MINE • by Jason Schreurs
He barely remembers “Uncle” Willie leaving, just a blur of the man’s back. He’s just shy of two years old and that man who walks out the door is never truly his father. He’s a distant “uncle” his mom protects… Continue Reading
YOU ARE A WOMAN • by Jessica Klimesh
(content warning: rape) You are a girl. A young girl. Naked in front of your bedroom mirror, you run your finger down the barely perceptible indentation between your undeveloped breasts. You are not yet ashamed of your body, but you… Continue Reading
WEEPING WIDOW • by Tim Boiteau
“Excuse me, sir. Is this your shoe?” The woman was dressed in a loose hibiscus-orange gown, sitting on a stone bench, beneath a matching orange umbrella. I hadn’t seen her at first when turning the corner in the path, but… Continue Reading
ANGELA AND THE HOMEN • by Gosia Buzzanca
My grandmother’s last breath was a struggle. “She died last night,” the neighbour came knocking. “It wasn’t a pretty sight. Poor sod, gulping for air like that.” I called her “grandmother” even though she was not. She had taken me… Continue Reading
FINAL VISIT • by Amanda Barusch
“Your father loves you. He just doesn’t know how to show it.” The screen door slammed and Dad’s boots pounded down the stairs. Mom said he wasn’t himself since the war. I never met “himself” but I learned to take… Continue Reading
THE ROD SERLING SCHOOL OF WRITING • by Jonathan Worlde
I opened the door to greet the sales representative from the Rod Serling School of Writing. Mr. Gregg stood awkwardly on the stoop. He attempted a smile but his expression indicated he’d rather be somewhere else. He was a tall,… Continue Reading
MATCHED • by Bob DeRosa
I understood the swiping, I’m not an idiot. I’d dated my share of guys, but the stakes were so much higher this time around. I would swipe right and as soon as someone else did, we’d be in this thing.… Continue Reading
THE LANDMINE • by Antony Paschos
Everyone in the village knew that Mitros was humping my wife; but what can you do? All I had belonged to my father-in-law: the house, the land, the donkey — hell, I had even worn an old suit of his… Continue Reading