To: Dad From: Johnny Re: Camp Dad, camp is horrible. I hate it. The kids are mean and the counselor is crazy. Yesterday, he threw me into the lake where there’s snakes and things. Last night some kids stole my… Continue Reading
They’re like cats, I’d said. But who listens to kids? This was Phase Two — where hardship perks gave worker bee families like us houses we couldn’t have dreamed of back home. Ours was on a gloriously uncleared lot —… Continue Reading
They drove Mangrum’s body into town on a flatbed Ford. We’d heard it was coming, that they were delivering proof. You were at my door, saying they were down at the mall, the body laying suited in a glass encasement.… Continue Reading
“Here, help me with this one!” “Dad, they’re all empty. Just stop!” The old man looks with empty eyes and says, “I’m not going to give up, you hear me? So, just grab your end!” Terrance looks to his father,… Continue Reading
The greatest hypnotist who ever lived was Shelly Shneerson. It was said of Shelly that you could be having a conversation with him in his living room one minute and the next minute you look up and it’s twenty-four hours… Continue Reading
Listen to “Night of the Living Elderly” by Brian J. Hunt, read by the author: [display_podcast] Brian J. Hunt is the editor of several books on vintage art including “The Outlandish Art of Mahlon Blaine.” His stories have previously appeared… Continue Reading
I blew it with Janice. And I did it in the most trite way possible, a one-night stand, dinner and sex with a co-worker. One of Janice’s friends spotted me eating that dinner I’ll regret forever. I didn’t know that,… Continue Reading
I watched through dusky sunlight as Gary and Dell rode circles around the neighborhood, legs pedaling like the devil as they approached the puddle I could see so well from my quiet seat next to Mama at the kitchen table.… Continue Reading
editorial by Camille Gooderham Campbell From the Editors At last we are into December, the season of holidays, whether that’s Winter Solstice, or Hannukah, or Christmas, or Festivus, or whatever you celebrate. We wish you the joy of the season,… Continue Reading
The hall of the SRO smelled of urine and bleach. Badger McCormick, investigative reporter and famed debunker of mythical creatures, put on his winning smile, adjusted his sunglasses, and knocked on the door to room 312. “Come in,” said a… Continue Reading