Se’rov woke suddenly as the daylight slowly died behind the western mountains. The young man had spent the day in restless sleep, bitter visions of the hateful dead haunting his dreams as he awaited the coming night. Startled...Read More
Past the shattered tree line stood nothing but decadent ruins, and so the Committee decided that this, then, was where they would build. Ashes of the last century puffed, swanlike, into the acrid air as they were lifted by the...Read More
Yong Outside the compound, the wind was howling. It was too strong, too forceful, making the straw and mud compound defenseless before it. Yong curled himself into a ball to make himself warm. He had no cotton clothes nor coal,...Read More
Tiffany Is life really a matter of choice or chance? I thought about it on the ride here in my mom’s raggedy Chevy truck. Usually, I walk with my brother, but she doesn’t want her “little superstar” missing class. Mama Dukes...Read More
Does a spirit, ripped violently from life and all of its riches, wander, revisiting familiar places? After dinner, the old man excused himself and returned to the campfire. Night was near and the cool, gray marine layer draped...Read More
HEMLOCK HILL YOUR DESTINATION, YOUR CHOICE The sign says it all. The Hill is where you end up when you are living on the tendrils of a receding world of recognition. Sooner or later, it happens to all of us. The disintegration...Read More
And when she awoke, the darkness was so complete she could not be sure her eyes were open—or, if even, she was awake. The whispering of the rain at the window—groan of joist and beam in the wind—could just as well have been a...Read More
Roof was a good dog and he loved Iris, had since the first day we’d brought her home. He barked when we pulled up and I got nervous all over again, and when we walked in I held her down to him and said, “This is Iris, Roof.”...Read More
A pair of mallard ducks flew frantically above the red tiled roofs before banking sharply towards a large pond. They glided into the calm water agitating its smooth surface. The male, with a distinct fluorescent green head and...Read More
HYDROTHERAPY GERALD KAMENS “Is this the Sea of Tranquility?” he yelled back to me, guffawing; “Hey, Ronald, you know where the actual sea’s located?” “Not a clue, Jake.” Jake was luxuriating in the large porcelain tub of warm...Read More
She had been an undertaker’s wife for seven years. The mornings, she lay with her life projecting onto the back of her eyelids, between sheets that etched her skin with grains of foreign dirt. She bore witness to his livelihood...Read More
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