I need to know if Di Fara has the best pizza in New York.
short story
Spirit in the Sky by Linda Casper
The mourners dispersed from the graveside in groups of twos and threes. They paused to pay their condolences to the family, some shaking hands
A Picture of Home by Miranda Angelski
It is louder than a train passing only inches from our faces. It splashes in our ears, surrounding our eardrums. Its continuous roar is like nothing else
Starburst by Shashank Mane
Danny fixated his eyes upon a bursting star of grandiose fireworks, sparkling with eye-catching colors outside the bedroom window. The reflective waters outside captured
Step into the Light by Daniel Jarvis
“Step into the light, I dare you,” Marshall said as he struggled to contain his laughter.
If I Can’t Keep the Star Sapphire Ring Then No One Can by Sharon Kurtzman
And that’s why he would have called me, thief.
The Atlantic licked my toes as I stood on the beach, jar in hand. The jar contained a ring along with a photo of us.
A Paper Fan by Bernie Brown
I stared at the computer screen, the recipe for blueberry cobbler staring back at me as my daughter’s voice, plaintive as a puppy’s whine, pleaded, “Please, Mom, why can’t I go?
Debut by Stephen Baily
Through the open window above the tub, an outcry reaches us from the world. I sink my battleship, but it pops right back up to the surface. More shouts follow.
If a Wave Doesn’t Come and Wash Me Away by Ethan Brightbill
There is a ridge, almost a small cliff, made where the Atlantic bites into the sand. The waves have created a vertical face, a drop dividing the beach in two.
Peter Crown by The Wynn Brothers
“Seventy hours,” said the man across the table from Peter Crown. Peter had invited him in for tea on an impulse that didn’t feel like his own. He didn’t even remember hearing a knock at the door.
Listen To What I Hear by Wendy Knuth
Pay attention. Listen to what I hear. I took pride in my craft. I slaved all day with no help, no offers of help. I expressed my affection through my work. My loved ones gathered around, and took part in this,
A Memoir by Namitha Varma
You were nestling atop the bookshelf, between a battered Harold Robbins and a few tomes of Umberto Eco, patiently waiting for someone to take you home. You were picked up endlessly by second-hand book hunters but dismissed,
The Remnants of Love & Dinosaurs By Yaki Margulies
As a child, my mother used to tell me bedtime stories to help me fall asleep. With a glass of scotch resting on my bedspread, she would recount tales of her childhood in Kamsack, Saskatchewan.
The Blind Knife Sharpener by Teri Saya
In Mexico there are always sounds to announce one thing or another. I especially like the knife sharpeners whistle…..
A long, low fluting whistle
First Day By Ryan Diminick
I backed into the parking spot, making sure I had enough clearance on each side. The first attempt brought me too close to the black SUV on my right, so I decided to pull forward. Once I straightened out