Published: Sep 18, 2020
Fifteen Minutes
featuring: Kean Rippel
"Kean, you're pompous." He was brushing his hair while sitting on the couch watching the evening news from January 27. "Why are you watching that? It's old news, what, seven or eight ...
Stories
Published: Sep 17, 2020
It's My Name
featuring: Kean Rippel
"It's reh-pell not rip-pull," he said. "A common mistake." "Sorry." She smiled softly. "Happens all the time," he continued. "Actually makes me wonder why no one just asks how you say a ...
Published: Sep 14, 2020
Ageless
featuring: Robin Travis
Robin was nearly forty now, and a line had started to emerge at the corner of her mouth. One that would not go away. She was tired. She was sick of the ...
Published: Sep 13, 2020
Evening on the Balcony
featuring: Robin Travis
Cicadas buzzed, their grinding screech flooding the evening, as the sun went down. The inflammation of sound would fade soon after the light. Robin sat on the balcony, next to a trim ...
Published: Sep 12, 2020
He Played Guitar
featuring: Paul Wallis
He played guitar for himself. The sound was ugly and often off key. But it was for him, him alone, and he did not mind. Paul picked each string, checking them against ...
Published: Sep 10, 2020
The Last Match
featuring: Jeffry Adoms
The piece moved from A2 to A4, a rook, sometimes called a juicer. The dark-stained wood aimed straight at the gloss covered maple king. Jeffry was sweating, wiped his brow with a ...
Published: Sep 09, 2020
Passing Corners
featuring: Wilma Illya
She stood on the corner, pressed against the brick building. Her white hair billowing in the breeze, saggy skin and worried eyes showed her age. The look of her face suggested she ...
Published: Sep 08, 2020
What About the Rain
featuring: Daniel Wilmar
The rain fell. It had been falling for days. The drip off the roof sounded like a shower in progress. The gutters were tilted and the water rushed down the shingles over ...
Published: Sep 04, 2020
First Thing in the Morning
featuring: Jeffry Adoms
Instinctively Jeffry shivered as his eyes opened: it was dark and cold. Lights flickered on and hummed slightly. He pushed off the thermal blankets and dashed to the closet to add a ...
Published: Sep 03, 2020
Happy Unpleasant Birthday
featuring: Daniel Wilmar
I was seventeen at the time, approaching eighteen, wondering if I would feel different, if anything would suddenly change to mark the passage of another year. Up to that point none of ...