Future’s Cold Hand

By Sebastian Iturralde Waiting by a cliff, as the cold twilight wind blew around her, Licana Rose watched the light of a lonely house come on. Darkness surrounded her. Little did she know that Death was standing next to her. “What do we have here?” asked Death. “Who is our target for the night?” LicanaContinue reading “Future’s Cold Hand”

A Drive to the Park

By Carl Bluesy “Why did you let me die daddy?” Cindy asked. I was stunned and at a loss for words. An oncoming Honda Civic swerved into my lane. My windshield filled with light. I was in pain as the seat belt tightened across my chest. The light vanished along with my vision. I thoughtContinue reading “A Drive to the Park”

Rewinding a Commute

by Lauren Kapsky Red. Wet and sticky. A pool of blood slowly unslicks from the sidewalk. Spatter on the pavement lifts itself into a pink mist, hovering over the city street like some unholy fog. The blood recedes toward the severed neck of a corpse, a genie backing into its bottle. Somewhere beneath the trafficContinue reading “Rewinding a Commute”

Charlotte and Melissa

By Palmer Smith Melissa returned to town on a winter’s afternoon, one day before her debutante presentation. She had been living for four years in New York City with her father. Her mother, Ellen, was granted custody after befriending the Judge on their case and bribing him. She handed him $30,000 the day prior toContinue reading “Charlotte and Melissa”

Just To Get High

By Mathew Serback i.I bought weed from the white girl who lived next door to me. She was a child-monster whose face was full of freckles that were mopped up by her brown hair, which obfuscated her eyes and never let her make eye contact with someone she must’ve consider to be a loser. ii.TheContinue reading “Just To Get High”

The Induced Sleep

By Sylvia Ketchum Images floated across the back of my eyelids. Posies. Red, orange, and some pink. I’d gathered a bouquet for my mother, tying it together with string. I was a boy dancing in a field of wildflowers. My limbs bursting with boundless energy. The sun beating down on my face. Barefoot. Dried earthContinue reading “The Induced Sleep”

Just Shy of 360

By Paul Black Two men entered the long corridor of the Lennox Ville Psychiatric Facilities east wing. Their shoes tapped loudly on the glossy cement floor as they walked. Each donned a long white overcoat which bellowed around them in their professional haste. Below the coat dark navy cuffs flipped loosely around their ankles inContinue reading “Just Shy of 360”