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Short Fiction and Poetry
Pansy House by Lori Everett
“We have to cross here. We can’t walk by pansy house.”
I looked at Marlene. “Pansy house?”
“It’s a bungalow down the block [...]
The Machinist by Dennis Stein
Just a couple more steps and he would be in the perfect spot. The spotlights on the machine shone through the rain [...]
Mary Parker by Eileen Patterson
Luke Russell held the rock in his hand. He didn’t know why he picked up the rock; he just had a need to hold it [...]
Smoke by Monique Berkin
My thoughts swirl and collide, then rip apart, lost to me. Time has no meaning, and I drift trapped [...]
Crystalgia (In Stranger Steps) by Basiliké Pappa
The drizzle had no idea how to take the next step and burst into rain. A leaf the color of autumn drifted [...]
The Deer by Diana Coombes
My ex-wife had rung me ten times in as many minutes. I couldn’t explain; she wouldn’t give me the chance [...]
The Quiet One by Debra Zannelli
I’m the quiet one. The one they, whoever they are, tell you to look out for. They’re right. [...]
The Family Business by Celia Lisset Alvarez
How does one wind up opening a mattress store? For Jorge, it was the family business [...]
We Aren't Bad Guys by Garry Engkent
The old geezer was willing to pay me twenty bucks for doing very little [...]
The Salesman by Christopher Butt
The man stood on the corner of Main and Cabot surveying his area. He was six feet tall, thin and wearing a black three-piece suit [...]
Old Mrs. Twaddle by Lynda Scott Araya
Trudy Twaddle rubbed clear the bleary kitchen window. Dead cluster flies crusted the frame...Outside, her towels hung sullenly [...]
The Best of Times by Melanie Bee Cee
Mikael looked out the window at the dusty town street. He was only five, and rather short, so stood on his tip toes to peer out [...]
Seedling by Lene MacLeod
The edge of my lot met a narrow laneway, and on the other side, in that neighbour’s yard there was a black garbage bag. It moved [...]
Red Eye by Christopher Waldrop
The last time he spoke was last night to his wife and children and others nearby whom he thought should hear [...]
Touch/Either/And/Or/Adoration by Steven Baird
Birdie remembered the drive, the churlish surface of old gravel and pockmarked blacktop, the red and silver maples that idled by [...]
Menu De La Nuit by N. K. Rowe
The décor is a strange mix of antique styles, from medieval to Victorian. The more I peer at the details the more uncertain the results [...
Magic Beans by Cecilia Kennedy
A jar of jellybeans sits on the kitchen table. Popcorn-flavored, speckled in butter-yellow spots, mixed with strawberry, jalapeño [...]
Blitzer Automatic Juicer by Cecilia Kennedy
Running my hand over the Blitzer Automatic Juicer’s sleek body, I look for hardened crystals of sugar I missed the last time I washed...
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