In the Ancient Cemetery by Jim Meirose
Shuffling down the sidewalk, as if intoxicated, between the library and the Meeting House, sun beating down, he reaches the rough concrete steps to the cemetery and stumbles into the cool shade…
White Doves Will Fly Above the Lie by P. M. Merlot
“White doves will fly from her wedding cake.” Those were words from a young mother’s dream of her daughter’s wedding day. My cousin’s words. An idea I could not imagine, but I…
Radio Free by Michael Kemp
Heather’s skirt laid across her stomach, her panties balled up on the floor of the student radio station. Henry’s jeans and boxers at his ankles stopped by his sneakers. “What if someone…
Anger by Lela Marie De La Garza
“You did what!?” Grace was incredulous—so much so that she couldn’t take in what Gregory had just told her. He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands. His mouth moved, but no words…
Dream Weaver by Lela Marie De La Garza
“I don’t think we need the dream sequence,” Colton said. “But that’s the high point of the picture.” “Why? Huxley’s wife is dead, and he knows it. What does a dream have…
The Horthrace by Jeremy Da Rosa
The Horthrace is a small, canine-sized hybrid most commonly observed in the oral folklore of older Germanic families in the western United States. Generally described as having a shaggy and dog-like body…
Veronica Smythe and the Dreamboat of Oak Valley High by Milo James Fowler
I’m not a pervert. Everybody fantasizes now and then. They say it’s healthy, a natural part of being human, equally prevalent among members of both sexes. Just think back to the last…
Glory by Robert Bates
I’ve waited my whole life for this. It’s the state championship game and we are down by one point. I dribble past the midcourt line while the crowd is counting down the…
Knockout by Robert Bates
“Mark wants to beat your ass,” Julian had warned me at the beginning of the school day. More like Mark is going to beat my ass. Everyone knows I can’t fight. I…
Gram's Sitting Room by Nells Wasilewski
Furniture draped in white covers looked like hovering ghosts. Allie yanked the cover from the baby grand piano first and tossed it aside. Faint echoes, both of past laughter and sketches of…
Lunar Eclipse by Craig Parmelee Carter
On Saturday morning Alan Carston awoke from a vivid and erotic dream. It had occurred in the early hours while he slept soundly, and unknowingly, through a total lunar eclipse. In the…
Grey by Ashley Sgro
That bright, hazy mist inside the darkness of my kitchen. It wafted through the air like a spark of colored wind, but I barely saw its shape. Its particles boasted brilliance in…
The Oracle of Alta by Ashley Sgro
If a group of travelers were to fly over the town of Alta, they would almost certainly mistake the houses below for a circle of crumpled stones. Every home looked the same:…
They Betray Him by Ashley Sgro
“I wish he’d come inside and sleep in his own bed.” “He does this every night, and I’m so tired of trying to make him stay.” “With us?” “With us, in the…
Here Kitty by Carol Nissenson
Rebecca didn’t think she left the living room window open intentionally, but when she got back to the apartment from her weekly humiliation at the unemployment office, Balboa, the rescue kitten from…
Waiting for the Traffic Light to Change by J. J. Steinfeld
I have to change my downward moving life before there's nothing left worth changing, Boyd thought, then whispered the words to himself and to the ten other people standing near him as…
Wanting to Untarnish the Past by J. J. Steinfeld
A year after his rancorous divorce from Louise, Royce called his ex-wife and argued it should be considered an anniversary of sorts, to be celebrated open-heartedly, and she agreed but not without…
An Inexplicable Whisper by J. J. Steinfeld
I was looking at a tiny insect crawling along the floor at my feet, attempting to recall when I was first brought to this room and forced to sit on this old…
Moment of Becoming by Ariana D. Den Bleyker
I dream a room full of mirrors. In them I like to stare long and hard until the focus is no longer my body, my face, my eyes. I can only focus…
Nice Work Guy by Gene Desrochers
Every morning he dipped his toast in his hot black tea. He watched the eddies of margarine, or whatever you called it, this new-age, healthy-for-you oil balance stuff, swirl, congeal into circles,…