Category: Short Story
Broken | JB Favour | Fiction
18/07/2021 Chains… Blood…. Tears…. Sweat…. These words might help you envision captivity or one needing rescue or freedom of some sorts. But maybe…just maybe you thought wrong. The one who truly needed rescuing isn’t in chains. At least not literally. But if you cared just enough to look harder for a second more… […]
Flicker |Tiffany Lindfield |Fiction
Soiled blankets, so trodden with grime that the stench makes them weigh a ton. I pull one to my nose to smell it, like the dog used to sniff our britches—before he was shot by one of Stalin’s men. Mama used to hang the blankets and the rugs over the sawhorse in the yard and […]
Adaolisa’s Fate|Amifeoluwa Sabatina |Fiction
ADAOLISA “What are you thinking?” Miss Gini says, so loudly she jerks me away from my daydream. “Huh?” I whisper. Miss Gini gets up, and assertively plants herself in front of me. I already know she’s about to give me a major pep talk. “Do what you know your heart wants,” she states. “It won’t […]
Till The End |Joshua Pregbaha |Fiction
The day was going as normally as it could.The sun was out, the weather was warm, and Simeon, Efe’s best friend -and groomsman-, was getting his regularly scheduled beatdown on NBA 2k. Simeon had assumed that since it was Efe’s wedding day, he would go easy on him but the reverse was the case. “You […]
A Storm for Jazz |Candace Meredith |Fiction
It has been a week since the rain has started. The wind surfers don’t care; they ride the waves inland. My bedroom is the vessel that protects us from the storm. My husband and I sit and gaze at the tundra that is falling from the sky; there is enough water to make a river […]
Istanbul Mon Amour |Metin Vardar |Fiction
Darryl adored and hated Istanbul equally, but wasn’t that the whole point with love and life? The city had changed; the mass influx of refugees from Syria had transformed it into an ad hoc refugee camp which stood in stark contrast to the row of Bentleys, Mercedes, Audis, Porsches parked at Istinye Park. But the […]
The Walk |Mike L. Nichols |Fiction
That September our plow horse lay down and her gut twisted and she died. So when Caroline, my little angel, took sick there was nothing for it but to walk to Pashto for medicine. Though it was near November there was hardly any snow yet, but Molly knew that there soon would be, and so […]
Fragile|Jude Brigley |Fiction
My mother is talking to ghosts of her past. She says she has just heard the news that her uncle has died. She calls me to come quickly and I stumble from the couch in the next room, worried out of half-sleep, to find her stark upright in the reclining chair that she refuses to […]
Morphed Into Me|Candace Meredith|Fiction
I morphed there in front of him; my skin first turned to a wax so that my former self would be unrecognizable. He always said I needed to stop talking so my lips became more prominent – rounder, fuller, and red. In the sunlight my eyes turned to a gray unlike the hazel […]
Seymour Slap, Menudo, and the Oxford Comma|Wayne Rapp|Fiction
Seymour Slap was drunk. Not Bridgeport, Connecticut drunk where he knew every watering hole in his neighborhood and could navigate home no matter his condition. He was Tucson, Arizona drunk, standing outside a place whose name he couldn’t even pronounce, waiting for his ride, and feeling like he was going to throw up. He […]