Working Late by Lisa Brand

  You’re sitting at your desk, grading test you should have passed out today in class like you had promised your students, but you’d decided to watch hockey the night before and leave the work for later. Now it’s later and here you are, still awake at almost midnight, and trying to get these grades... Continue Reading →

The Monster Within by Aurora Bishop

Janet placed her hand on her stomach and smiled at her husband. After years of battling infertility, they knew they would have a chance to hold their very own bundle of joy very soon. It was all she’d ever hoped for: her very own nuclear family. Todd smiled back at her. “How’s the baby today?”... Continue Reading →

Best Boots I Ever Ate by Steven Levi

Church Choir Willie was a master of the profane. His vocabulary was limited and thus the words that he used were few but they were, nonetheless, expressive. Quite expressive. He could singe the bark off a lodge pole pine and be into the wood grain before he finished the sentence. Only Nellie the Pig could... Continue Reading →

An Insomniac’s Story by Mark Tulin

It’s 3 a.m. Another day of guilt. Another night of restlessness. I’m lying in bed while your story keeps me awake. It started when I heard you had the virus, and that you might not recover. I felt sorry that your life would be passing any moment, tragically, much sooner than we all expected. Tossing... Continue Reading →

Battle Through Time by Joseph Reilly

Tim Troval watched through his living room window as the St. Patrick's Day parade marched down his block. After grinding his teeth at a pile of returned to sender letters to the Mayor's office, Tim shut the curtains. Even though the booze was outside, he could smell it in the deepest parts of his nostrils. ... Continue Reading →

The Express by Steve Carr

Steam shot out of the radiator as Julian loosened the cap. He stepped back from the car and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. The hot wind battered him with dirt and pieces of prairie grass. He licked his parched lips and kicked at the rust-colored dirt road with the... Continue Reading →

Frequency by Claire Johnson

It was a rainy afternoon and a woman strolled into the Best-Buy. She wore a red rain-slicked poncho with black spots. It was another slow Thursday and she was the most exciting thing to come through the doors today; some of the staff joked she looked like a ladybug in her poncho. The little ladybug... Continue Reading →

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