“Step into the light, I dare you,” Marshall said as he struggled to contain his laughter.
The Red Dress by Janet Ursel
It was the red that drew my eye as soon as I came through the door. I quickly looked away and walked past to a vacant table.
We Could Lose All Our…by Justin Karcher
Sam’s text read, “Plz come over, its an Emgcy.”
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?
Congratulations by Marilyn Braun
Amy wondered if she should post it on Facebook. She was about to explode with excitement and needed to tell someone. Anyone. This was BIG. Bigger than anything
Not fully Vetted by Paul Finnigan
“Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch,” muttered Vern Kravchuk as he leafed through the Farnham Chronicle. A 1978 VETTEAND IN MINT CONDITION.
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.
Wildebeests by Paul Weidknecht
Paul Weidknecht’s stories can be found in the anthology Once Around the Sun: Sweet, Funny, and Strange Tales for All Seasons (Bethlehem Writers Group, LLC). Publications include work in Best New Writing 2015
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