David Lohrey grew up in Memphis. He graduated from U.C., Berkeley. His plays have appeared in the UK, Switzerland, Croatia and, most recently, in Estonia. They are available online at Proplay (CA).
PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me about the Tao Te Ching then pulling his final act of wizardry
Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at the office. Since I was the last one there, I had to check…
You know those horror stories that start out with a line something like 'it was a dark and stormy night'? This isn't one of those.
No one believes in witches anymore, I thought as I drove to pick up my witch costume for Halloween. The realities of life are much more frightening. That's when I saw her.
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by Kunal S. Modi Bella watches through table-glass as Yuri executes a point-perfect chasse along the bar. Yuri is never so sad, Bella thinks, as when he is showing-off. He…
Blood. Sticky, shiny, wet. Brazen red. I blink and the desperation rises in my chest. I cannot clear the bold scarlet puddle from my eyes, it proceeds like a relentless festering floodwater.