Three-thirty sharp. A shrieking tea kettle. Over the roof tops if floated. A constant in my life. A stranger?s daily routine. On temporary assignment in London, my American company rented me a flat in the East End.
How Much Food Do You Need? by Kate LaDew
The spaghetti dropped onto the table with a fierce plop. Bob blinked.
Resume by Kristin Leprich
I am applying to be the main hero of this fairy tale.
Man at Work by Marijke Hillmann
The acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox and the noisy banter on an early afternoon in the Windhoek pub.
The Merger by Laura Goodchild
The initial paperwork was signed a year to the day after they met. This was seen as proper protocol. Both parties were far from satisfied with the partnership but the merger went ahead anyway, they both had something to gain after all
Bootlegs by Adam Daniel
We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
First Date by John Faugno
He was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he was twenty-six. I wore my cutest red top the next day, the one that shows off my chest without being slutty.
What The Murderer Had Left by Bahri Gordebak
It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann
On Layers by Ron Singer
A Fool’s Game by Michael Karpienski
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Divided By Shannon Eden
The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.
Carmel Girl by Julie Quiroz
The doctor was surprised. Looking up from his clipboard, he watched a girl rise from her waiting room chair, the arm of a seated boy gently guiding her as she stood. Without looking at the intake form, the doctor guessed they were fifteen or sixteen
A Toe in the Water by Renay Allen
I step to the seashore. It?s raining? again. Froth lingers at the edge, discoloured a putrid yellow as if the waves have been out on the town and drunk a little too much