Bern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words of the writing class instructor resonating in his head: “If you’re having trouble getting started
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The Other Woman by Lana Weinstei
The restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.
The Right Kind by J. Galvin
My dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.
“Make sure you get the right kind.”
A Shock in the Dark by S.K. Naus
“Welcome to the Halloween Horror show!” A teen draped in a black cape and matching top hat climbed onto a large headstone situated in the Blackcroft Cemetery
Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski
Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski My brother used to make fun of me for checking underneath my bed. He would constantly tell me that I was too old, at my 14 years of age, to be doing so and I would hate having to listen to him laugh while I settled my nerves by…
Dusk By Chris Galford
Dusk. I can hear them in the walls. The chitter of their legs rattles plaster.
Trick or Treat by K. A. Hardway
She had finally done it. She had become a cantankerous old lady.
Finality by Alex Schumacher
She lay on the bed crying, the tears wouldn’t cease. The world was so god-damn unfair. She had gone to bed two hours earlier in an attempt to escape the memories and find some much needed rest.
The Last Great Request by Lee Harrison
“We think the chance of change is good but so far we haven’t recorded anything concrete.”
The Quail by Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina
Sophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts of brown feathers blanket the water. She then cuts their heads
Winter Break by Nana K. Adjei-Brenyah
I was home on break. Freezing rain came and went. The cold, however, crossed its arms and chained itself to everything.
Coming Home at Midnight to the Farm by Donal Mahoney
Driving down the hill I see the same bend in the road the school bus took me around for years. I can see in the headlights the wildflowers ringing the curve like a necklace
The Delivery by Loretta Martin
“A boy–good job, Mom!”
My doctor’s baritone penetrates the delivery room’s soundscape: sighing vacuum pumps, a chorus of medspeak, beeping monitors, all punctuated by
The Pickle Rabbi by Emile Barrios
I need to know if Di Fara has the best pizza in New York.
We Could Lose All Our…by Justin Karcher
Sam’s text read, “Plz come over, its an Emgcy.”