FICTION BY MATT WOOD: “Each day he logged into one of the computer terminals behind the teller windows, entered his ID number, and clocked in. The time card system wasn’t tied to his paycheck in any way–he was on salary–but he took personal pride in clocking in early every day.”
SHORT FICTION BY T.R. HEALY: “One vehicle after another crept past Betsy, a road construction flagger, who sometimes thought of herself, as she watched the traffic, as a member of royalty reviewing floats in a parade.”
FICTION BY MIRIAM MORENO PEREZ: “I feel as if I had gone through a very narrow, disruptive tunnel of darkness, and as if someone had suddenly snatched me from such obscurity”
A SHORT STORY BY KJ HANNAH GREENBERG: “Even at that late stage of disfigurement, he liked her body and wanted to touch it…”
FICTION BY LAVINIA LUDLOW: “These girls went around from bar to bar picking fights with guys twice their size, hurling beer bottles, and chugging alcohol by the tapped barrels…”
A SHORT STORY BY LELAND CHEUK: “I am doing well up here in Portland – thank you for asking. I know how much it pains you to ask me anything.”
A SHORT STORY BY NARINDA HENG: “He wasn’t an unhappy man. His lips were often pressed together in what might be perceived as a snobbish sneer, but they were actually capable of smiling.”
A SHORT STORY BY DEB R. LEWIS: “The only time his life-spark shone was when he bladed onto the ice, stick in hand.”
FICTION BY THOMAS MUNDT: “On my sixth birthday, my friends and I played Freeze Tag at dusk and I ran into a clothesline. My head snapped back and I landed flat on my back, knocking the wind out of me. Worse, the dry rope left a nasty burn across my eyelids. It hurt like hell and when my lungs returned I howled for my dad to come scrape me off the lawn. “
A SHORT STORY BY MATT GAJEWSKI: “Admittedly, the inaugural Mr. Dictator Pageant didn’t go quite as we had planned”
A SHORT STORY BY PAUL M. DAVIS: Signs of life and sociopathic behavior on the surface of Mars
A SHORT STORY BY MATT WOOD: “He bumped into my shoulder as he turned to sit back down. ‘Whatever, man, you’re not a real teacher.’”
A SHORT STORY BY BRIGID J. BARRY: “I kept walking, following the kites with my eyes instead of watching where I was going. I began to be worried that their strings would get tangled up, since they were so close together.”
“WELCOME TO Neil Armstrong’s Giant Leap for Mankind Pancake House. My name is Mitch and I will be your server this morning.” Fiction by Matt Gajewski
Fiction by Mike Zapata
Lewis and Clark are Miami Beach traffic cops, Lewis the curmudgeonly, by-the-book veteran, Clark the brash, hotshot rookie…
My section of Little America is called Neiltown, named of course after Neil Armstrong, the first man to set foot on the moon. It is number one in rapes, murders, and suicides per capita, but our official motto is
A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a bar. It is Line Dancing Night, and they are wearing Stetson hats. Fiction by Matt Gajewski.
We lived in northern Kenya, in the semi-arid scrublands, with acacia plains and rocky hills and a brown river that disappeared and reappeared capriciously. None of us had even seen a jungle, much less fantasized achieving dominion over one.
“…no one could predict precisely when all the pressure would release. For her, it would be soon, very soon, not soon enough.” Short fiction by Jasmin Serim.
Paul M Davis