Short Story

Golgotha || by Nick Young

IT WAS THE TALK of the town, and there were no two ways about that. A body found floating in Wabbins Creek? The body of…

Amor Platonicus || by L. B. Limbrey

THE TWENTIETH OF NOVEMBER, 1300 hours; a woman gets on a train. She is not quite young, not quite old: all …

Flowers || by Patrick Hogan

MY MOTHER CALLED IT FERTILIZER. Really, it was just ash from her cigarettes. My father, the florist, the bo…

Cleaning Up || by Yash Seyedbagheri

I VOW TO CLEAN THINGS UP. Pajamas, khakis, and navy and plum-colored underwear clash astride a haphazard pile. …

Fading || by Stanley Umezulike

HAVE YOU EVER SUFFERED HEARTBREAK? One that made the rest of the world come crashing down. One that sent yo…

Earl Grey || by Fiona Murphy

CRUNCH OF STONE AND VIBRATION OF HEART. There is no one here to say goodbye. Long lingering looks reserved for the half…

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