By Byron Spooner It’s one of those strange evenings when the moonlight reflecting off yesterday’s snow gives the whole world a soft bluish radiance. I’m out wandering around, no particular place to go, anywhere but home, and I see the Field House lights are on. The front door is unlocked. I stomp the snow fromContinue reading “Old Ninety-Seven”
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Thinking of You
By Tony Sweatland Danny loves animals. And he hates people. Yesterday he knocked on a door and a woman wearing pj’s answered with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. Meanwhile, not twenty feet away, a small dog shivered in a plastic igloo-style dog house inside a 10’ by 10’ cage. He wrote herContinue reading “Thinking of You”
Tool
by VT Comics and Chris Bunton Drowning. He awoke drowning. Underwater in the middle of a dark frigid sea with no clue which way was up or where to find air. Drowning was not the right word, because he was very tough, and difficult to kill. But, he certainly would need some air rather quickly. HeContinue reading “Tool”
Bedford Drive
By Charles Jacobson Los Angeles: Friday, April 4, 1958. 8:06 pm. Detective Ken Stricker left his ailing mother at the Valley Hospital, put on a coat and slid into his black ’56 Packard. Vice had been quiet. He caught a 273 and 314 on the scanner, switched it off and dialed in Guy Lombardo. VeeringContinue reading “Bedford Drive”
I’m Tired of Murder
By David Larson Chapter one “Damn, I’m getting tired of murder.” “Did you say something, Clarence? Do you want another cup of coffee” Your breakfast should be out next.” “I’m sorry Helen, I was talking to myself. I read this editorial in the paper where the writer thinks all the deaths in the last monthContinue reading “I’m Tired of Murder”
Milk for Kenny
By Kevin Decky I. “Hey hon, do we have any milk for Kenny?” Geoffrey called over his shoulder with the screen door open so that half of Kenny could see into the Keenan’s house. “What?” “Milk. Milk for Kenny. Kenny’s at the door!” “For God’s sake, it’s third time this week.” “Really?” “Yeah, he wasContinue reading “Milk for Kenny”
The Best Advice I Ever Got
By Andy Betz I lived on Washington Avenue in Miami Beach until I began my university studies. My father worked maintenance at a Catholic retreat off of Biscayne Bay. My mother worked at the Ida M. Fisher Elementary School serving lunches. I attended a variety of schools and loved every moment of the time theContinue reading “The Best Advice I Ever Got”
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”
Real Nice Party
By Isabella DePhillipo I didn’t want to go to the party Dickey Henderson threw on the day he killed his parents, but really when I think back on it I never had a choice. It was right around the time we all really started to feel the noose of the future tightening, and bouncing aroundContinue reading “Real Nice Party”
Power Hour
By Chris Bunton “Hey kids, it’s almost power hour!” Ellen yelled. She closed her wind up pocket watch, as the kids came running into the room. “Ok, Lacy get all the re-chargeable batteries ready for the outlets. Carrie, get the pots ready to cook on the electric stove for dinner, and make sure the radioContinue reading “Power Hour”
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