Blood Trail by Gregory Meece
Blood Trail by Gregory Meece Urban living offers advantages, like proximity to work and a vibrant lifestyle. However, after a decade of noise and crime, Robin and I yearned for serenity and safety. Our...
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Knockoff by Chris Kahle
Knockoff by Chris Kahle I am a mystery shopper who loves his job more than anything in the world. That means I happily go to work each day as a professional consumer replicating what...
De Draconibus Americanis by C. Breeze
De Draconibus AmericanisJournals on the Subject of North American Dragonsby C. Breeze FOREWORDWhat follows are pages recovered from the personal journal of Francis Hildebrand, renown explorer and draco-herpetologist of international fame. His work on...
Nana Emma by Dennis Kohler
Nana Emma by Dennis Kohler Nana Emma’s house was empty. It was less than it had been. It was, now, without her vibrant spirit. She had been gone less than three weeks when the...
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark Kirkoff was always disappointed in Cleveland. It was 1990 and Lake Erie was still the shitty mess it had been twenty years ago. He always wanted to enjoy...
What Holds the Future? by Bill Tope
What Holds the Future? by Bill Tope iSweeney sat in the examination room, clad in a hospital smock that was open in the back, and staring bleakly at the pale green walls and the...
More Than Me by Bill Tope
More Than Me by Bill Tope 1Henry glanced down at himself, saw the threadbare white t-shirt with the food stains and where he’d brushed his teeth that morning and dribbled toothpaste onto the fabric....
Two Brothers by Bill Tope
Two Brothers by Bill Tope 1984It was well past midnight when Dad padded from his bedroom out to the living room of the small frame house in Southern Illinois. He had been awakened by...
Hog Heaven, A Lawyer’s Pig Tale by Steven Eichenblatt
Hog Heaven, A Lawyer’s Pig Tale by Steven Eichenblatt A primal scream pierces the quiet. Twigs snap with assault rifle speed as the rustle of leaves approaches my perch. A foul stench that reeks of...
Over the Counter by Paul Kimm
Over the Counter by Paul Kimm Paul went to live in Russia on the fifth day of January in 1998. He was thirty years old. The Russian Federation was six years old, or to...
