I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow

By Melissa R. Mendelson Her fingers drifted across the steering wheel, falling across the keys.  The ignition was cut.  Her hand withdrew but paused, falling gently near the cup holder, her fingers stretched outward, reaching for the leg nearby, brushing gently against it.  But she moved away. “Still have cramps?”  Bailey brushed her hand againstContinue reading “I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow”

Jazalyn Poetic Novels

By Jazalyn “Jazalyn attracts all cultures and traditions with an audience from all walks and stages of life as a consequence of the universal atmosphere that encircles her themes. Her innovative and versatile writing style stemming from abstraction and absurdness captivates mystery and suspense with words swimming in surrealism and magical realism. Her imaginative andContinue reading “Jazalyn Poetic Novels”

Doomsday Book

By Dominic Tramontana Bill poked his head through the doorway, his son Tommy, tucked in bed. “Goodnight, son.” He flipped the switch, leaving only the night light to cast an orange shadow over the room. He worried how long his son would rely on the little light. The room was baby blue with white cloudsContinue reading “Doomsday Book”

Laid to Rest

By Erik Suchy The sense of prolonged rigidness had never been amongst his feelings before until he found it was consuming him from where he lay. Please do a wiggle.  Please. Its resistance was bold.  Naturally, the potency of total consciousness was never submissive at any and all ordinary limits.  Its imperial mother superior complexContinue reading “Laid to Rest”

Raiin

By Alex Finch (Graphic Content Warning) Most only know me as The Raiin Killer. Nobody knows who I am beneath the mask. Or that I’m almost always smiling. Well, I guess this journal is a tribute to my dead psychiatrist. She was a fighter until the end, I had to admire that. She always toldContinue reading “Raiin”

The Waiting Room

By Megan Thompson It smells of sweat and hot breath, combining to make some sort of terrible human perfume. The old lady across from me, whose hair is unnaturally black and stiff, keeps softly dozing in her chair. She is overdressed for the occasion, her pink lipstick smeared around her thin and aging lips. TheContinue reading “The Waiting Room”

Warmth and Whispers

By Steven James Cordin Burning cold filled his chest.  Voices in his head screamed for warmth. He awoke with a start, his body so cold it burned.  For a moment, he wanted to let the cold embrace and consume him.  The mad echo of the voices in his head drove those thoughts away.  Their urgentContinue reading “Warmth and Whispers”

Christmas Roses

By John E. Marks You can interrogate roses all you likeBut do not lie. The rain waters you too.In this human garden it is you who is the flower. Roses at the graveside:Blood red petals grown from the groundAn abyss of petals? Fervent and well paid scholarsArgue, when babies cry,That’s one in eye for scholarsContinue reading “Christmas Roses”

The Backyard Digger

By Robb White The boy was a nuisance. Every day I’d find him digging out there with his child’s shovel and pail with happy cartoon figures bordering the tops and bottom. I was solely concerned about his well-being, not the fact he was trespassing. Two summers ago, we had two bands of coyotes raising theirContinue reading “The Backyard Digger”