Sentinel High is full of cliques, gangs, jocks, elitists, druggists and those they prey upon . . . mostly misfits like me. Not much has changed, even with the advent of all this PC business, antidiscrimination rules of various sorts—it’s all been driven Continue reading The Chimera by Stephen Winter
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The Skull Ring by Paul D. Brazill
The night that Rohan Berry found The Skull Ring, the late evening sky had been ripped open by the first and long awaited storm of a stifling summer. Most people were overjoyed and danced in the street, wild and free. Rohan, however, awoke slowly and painfully Continue reading The Skull Ring by Paul D. Brazill
THE G.I. CHARITY REPRESENTATIVE VISITS THE MAMMOTH MAN AND HIS BELOVED SCORPIONS By Dr. Mel Waldman
Sprawled out on my super-king-size bed like a fat chicken waiting to be severed and split apart – its legs broken with the swift twist of a Continue reading THE G.I. CHARITY REPRESENTATIVE VISITS THE MAMMOTH MAN AND HIS BELOVED SCORPIONS By Dr. Mel Waldman
There Was No One There By Marc E. Fitch
Billy came back this morning. Came in through the back door and put a fillet knife between Bobby’s ribs and right through his lung like you kill a pig. He was washing dishes at the sink after breakfast. I found him on the floor. Lorell was sitting at the table the whole time. Her belly was fat cause she thought she was pregnant – nine months along, she said. Wasn’t nothing in there but crazy. She’d more likely Continue reading There Was No One There By Marc E. Fitch
Iris by Mav Skye
Leaves crunch under your boots. The air you breathe is harsh and crisp, it stings like a knife in your chest. You cough into your glove. Pull your jacket closer. Birdcalls and squirrel chatter tell you it’s morning. Not that it matters. You’ve been in the dark for years now.
Feeding Old Doug By Craig Furchtenicht
“Don’t forget to feed Doug before you go running off, mister,” my Pops called after me.
THE MIRROR IN ROOM X by Dr. Mel Waldman
I live alone in Room X, a rat hole the size of a large closet. I call it my suicide room. My landlord labels it a studio apartment. In my Continue reading THE MIRROR IN ROOM X by Dr. Mel Waldman
The List by Erin Cole
Miriam thinks she’s a witch, a real one. She lights frankincense and myrrh and watches it smolder into a star-flecked night. Her skirt is black with fine, frayed mesh, stockings netted, boots laced. Lots of Continue reading The List by Erin Cole
Open Wounds by David Massengill
From The New York Times: In response to protests in various states, the Secretary of Defense announced that the government has withdrawn all chemical soldiers from Iran. “Our post-operation teams are completing their inspections of the conflict sites,” he told the public yesterday, “and we expect their involvement to be brief and non-violent.”
“I know two members of my team are missing,” Abe spoke into his radio. “But we’ve searched every room of this palace and now we’re doing a double-check. The Marines are going door-to-door in the village. I’ll radio as soon as I’m done with my check and then you can start the fireworks. This building’s going down today, Ben. That’s an order. I want us back in Tehran by 1700 hours so we can finish all our inspections on schedule.” Continue reading Open Wounds by David Massengill
Heckfire and Darnation: a Cautionary Fable by Heath Lowrance
Mrs. Grait got religion one Sunday morning in spring while watching a television evangelist. She caught it like a sudden chill on a hot day, and within moments it had consumed her so thoroughly she could only weep bitterly at all the long years she’d wasted not in service to Continue reading Heckfire and Darnation: a Cautionary Fable by Heath Lowrance
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