Gorehounds

(Or The Case Surrounding Crystal Woijick’s Supposedly Lost Death Tape) By Cindy Pereira “You don’t look the type of the girl that’d be into this shit,” Raoul Davenport says with a condescending smirk. Yeah, and you look exactly like the sort that jerks off to it and watches the Columbine surveillance tapes on loop. IContinue reading “Gorehounds”

Drunk Tank

By Dick Johnson Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent lights in mesh glass above, grey rubber walls, aContinue reading “Drunk Tank”

Help Me, I’m Not Dead

By Anika K. Clausen The plastic lies heavy on my frozen limbs. My efforts to move are pointless, screaming –impossible. My idle olfactory capabilities allow me to discern the remaining air underneath my suffocating duvet. An iron odor fills my uncompromising trap. With my limited peripheral vision, I can sense the bed of dead leavesContinue reading “Help Me, I’m Not Dead”

Bank Robbery Hostage

By A. Williams Jason ran his hand through his dark curly hair as he stood in line at the bank. His boss hadn’t even wanted to let him off early even though he knew the bank closed at 5 p.m. He hated his job. “Put your cell phones away! Don’t want you calling the copsContinue reading “Bank Robbery Hostage”

Lavender Diamond

By Edward Sheehy I’m done writing first-person point-of-view stories. My latest saga of a modern family stretching back several generations, voiced by 72 first-person characters including pet dogs and cats and a crow circling the narrative dispensing omniscient commentary, had been soundly rejected by dozens of publishers. My agent said first-person was overdone, mine inContinue reading “Lavender Diamond”

.38

By Seamus O’Leary Jack’s slim form moved through the dancers on the night club floor, like a panther moving through a jungle of flashing lights. Nubs followed, and everyone got out of his way. They entered a door in the back, which opened into a short hall lit by fluorescent lights in the ceiling, andContinue reading “.38”

Julia and Katherine

By Andy Betz “Hello.  My name is Katherine Adams.” It was my reserved opening.  Neither abrupt nor capricious, I remained steadfast in my resolve to make a singular opening.  I made discreet inquiries about her idiosyncrasies and decided to discard such second hand information and decide for myself. “I read your ad in the tradesContinue reading “Julia and Katherine”

Transition

Inspired By My Dad By Melissa R. Mendelson Farewell.  Light blue letters on a white banner hung against a nearby wall.  The tape failed to hold it up, and one side caved, falling into a table set up with vegetables, chips and soda.  A toddler squealed with joy, jumping up and pulling the rest ofContinue reading “Transition”

Seen But Not Heard

By Nathan Gonzalez This was it! Now was the time to say something. Do something. Jane could have done anything, and it would have been perfectly acceptable. A mortified head shake, a gasp, even a grimace would have sufficed. Just something to prove she was conscious, but all she could do was stare. Stare straightContinue reading “Seen But Not Heard”

Thou Shalt Not…

By Dick Johnson Sweat dripped down his face as he watched his house. This wasn’t the first time she had cheated and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But, it would be the last time she cheated on him, with this guy. Wind blew through the trees above him, cooling him slightly. It was summerContinue reading “Thou Shalt Not…”