All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Short Story The only real objections seem to come from the oscillating fan swaying its head side to side in the corner. With the barrel of the 9mm handgun stuffed in his mouth,...
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Short Story The only real objections seem to come from the oscillating fan swaying its head side to side in the corner. With the barrel of the 9mm handgun stuffed in his mouth,...
Short Story Milly: “I gotta take the bus home.” Von: “Okay.” Milly: “So I need two-fifty.” Von: “Where’s your bus pass?” Milly: “I don’t have it.” Von: “I know, but where is it?” Milly:...
Short Story Look, she’d pointed and began to jump so as to see better. Do you see? There is one there! She said, shaking his arm. At first he wasn’t sure what she...
Short Story I was dreaming. I was dreaming of us. You and me. You were here. Lying next to me. I could feel your breath on my cheek. We ate scrambled eggs and...
Don’t ask me how many days we were captives aboard that monstrous ship. Don’t ask me. Days and nights spilled into one another, during which we were bound to a wide column amidst crates...
Short Story She stood among the crowd of thousands of people in the Red Square. All were waiting for the countdown to mark the new year, a new millennium, but she was waiting...
“Hey, look here a second—he’s got a collar!” Dan gestured at the dog. A small brass disc hung from the strap, dangling where his Adam’s apple would’a been if he could talk any. Poor...
Short Story The angel fell with an unceremonious thunk right into a puddle of mud. Grumbling to herself, she rose and tried to wipe it off of her dress. “This is ok. I’m ok....
Short Story Kathy awoke in the foggy afterglow of 2014, her sheets torn halfway off her bed, her 2015 glitter glasses on her pillow and a “Happy New Year!” hat almost finding its pointy...
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
Short Story The creature’s name was Nushka although she didn’t know it yet. She was a child of the forest and her name was whatever tune the wind decided to whistle. Her name was...