The Bee
Jill Charles
“The Bee is the first device of its kind ever made,” Oliver told Sheila. “We produced only a hundred as samples but when it's released in August, it will take over the mobile phone market.”
Punta la Luna
Piotr Wesolowski
He’s had this terrible nightmare. He saw his wife wobbling in blood. In his dream she was; in real life, she didn’t stir. She was dead, and dead cold though her eyes were wide open. That’s why he has to run away, maybe leave the Island.
Screw
Lacy Lalonde
Two years and still counting. A tick for each day etched into the inside of the bars that hold me captive. I have counted them every day. Yesterday there were 711, today there are 712. Two years.
The goddess in his dream
Jonah Ayodele Obajeun
The first time I saw Helena was in a dream I had two weeks earlier where she was at a show in the Amphi Theatre of the university.
The Shroud Of Darkness
Stephen Shimmans
Baldr stirred, the dull moan echoed quietly in a damp dark stony prison. He stumbled to his feet disorientated, a prominent headache pounding in the back of his skull, trying to smash through coming on in a steady tempo
Along A Seashell Path
Susan Dale
David watched a hoi polloi of villagers, as they rushed around to repair their fractured streets. Hurrying down the hardscrabble roads with wheelbarrows bumping along in front of them, they stooped to gather up the stony remains of a bombed-out cathedral.
Boxes
James L Carey
I am standing in the center of my apartment surrounded by a Stonehenge of brown cardboard boxes, some half-packed, taped, opened, then taped again as I searched for a phillips head screwdriver or a package of batteries. I have been living in the boxes for a while now. Months, really. It wasn’t that I had plans to move, I was just ready. And so I began to pack the boxes.
Sparkler
Chris Castle
My pa came home on the last day of summer, without fanfare, without so much as a banner ganging over our house. It made sense, I guess, seeing how he left without so much as a word; fair and level almost.
Ripples
Chris Castle
today was different... It was as if Laurie wanted to speak and he wanted to listen but something was holding it all back
Something in the neighbourhood
Chris Castle
We all sat in the dusk on Bobby’s porch that looked out onto the neighbourhood. Above us was the sunset but we didn’t acknowledge that. Instead, all we talked about was the killer, the next victim and the neighbourhood.
Strip
Chris Castle
Ryan sat in the strip club trying to look any other place but at the dancers. It was bad enough that he had ended up in such a dive, that his oldest friend, Steve, was drunk beyond all recognition
Higher Calling
Jeannine M. Pitas
I have a rosary to remind me of you. A rosary and a picture of a beautiful dark-haired, blue-robed lady surrounded by beams of light – the Virgin of Guadalupe. It’s a pity that I don’t remember you giving them to me.
Teatime
Lacy Lalonde
She decided to make a cup of tea before she hung herself, as if it was any other day. She wanted to think it through, make sure she was making the right decision.
Old Photographs
Lacy Lalonde
It is still early in the morning when the old man steps out his front door. He can feel the cool morning air and wishes he wore a coat. He can hear the vendors setting up shop, putting their goods on display. Soon this street will be noisy and full of people, but now it is calm and roomy.
True Love Back
Benja Allen
The key isn't doing its job. Again. Keep it turned to the right and pull the door to you, the janitor had said. Pull hard, but not too hard, he'd say
Panic
Andy Peake
You finally answered – took your time, didn’t you? Can’t say I blame you. Look, I had to phone. I don’t have many options, see..?
Bring Me the Head of Padraic O Conaire
Joseph Guderian
Frank’s life allows little silliness, filled as it is with job, school, his art, and above all, the family. Sometimes after a few pops with his best friend, Ligos, the pair get silly, parodying the Irish types they both know so well
Newsworthy
Travis Claeys
When Pat Drewer saw old Roger Turner come out from behind the long polished bar, walk past the pool tables in the northeastern corner and disappear into his office, he drained the final sip from his glass of grapefruit juice and got up.
Hash Browns and Tattoos
Joshua M. Cisneros
I believe strongly, more then the fact that what runs through my body is blood, that when reached a certain point of maturity we gain, like gods, control, choosing to either fumble and go insane...
For the Love of Dirt Bike
Marsha K. Harrington-Evans
He had gotten a dirt bike for his 12th birthday. His parents hadn’t bought it for him; it was actually a hand-me down from one of his friends
The Trampoline
Russell Helms
It’s like the road is a pliable board unfurled across the blinking hills. The day is Tuesday and Thomas drives the minivan in Tuesday fashion
Spokes
Chris Castle
He sat outside the house in a broken old garden chair, once white now something else. He poured orange juice, watched the sun lowering but holding warm.
Helen
Martin Green
They had a tacit agreement that the fewer the people who knew about their lunches the better
Sacremento Summer
MartinGreen
Parker had always thought that the summer heat in Sacramento made every bad thing that happened ten times worse, which was the way he now felt about his wife.
Stockholm
Barney Whittaker
On. Off. On. Off. The faulty bulbs in the old kitchen threw a menacing strobe across the rusted units and pans hanging from hooks. Morrison put his hand to the dirty wall, felt the cold rushing air of the Swedish mid-winter and crouched silently in the doorway
After The Tennis Match
Martin Green
Paul had always thought the patio was the best thing about the club, somehow it was always cool and pleasant there, even in the heat of a Sacramento summer.
Dangle
Charlie Bowers
Marty's shoelaces dangled, swinging in the wind. He had worn his Converse trainers to work that day; they looked entirely out of place in his shirt and tie ensemble, but it hardly mattered. He might be remembered as a fashion maverick.
The Four Cygnets
Erik Cleves Kristensen
in this meeting, they would decide the names of their new fellow citizens
Donny's Day Out
Bryan Riek
The walk to work was the only thing Donny truly liked and looked forward to these days. It was the only time he felt he could empty his mind and be by himself
Poppy’s lesson
Chris Castle
Eddie saw her coming, red and white jumper like an old fashioned sweet. Big red hoops earrings, jeans, hair tied back in a pony tail. What she always wore for her lesson
Noose 101
Jon Tyktor
I had always made fun of my girlfriend, because she had often told me she was afraid someone would sneak into the back seat of her car
The Hour
Daniel Beaudoin
The Hour approaches. A few deep breaths may do the trick.
The Fountain
O. Jimenez
Peter and Wendy had been meeting at the water fountain for many weeks now. They liked each other’s company. One morning, Wendy surprised Peter when she whispered to him,
“I'm secretly in love with a married man.”
The Fawn
Oswaldo Jimenez
The best thing during summer for Danny O’brian was to drive with his mother to visit his cousins and play cowboys and indians in their farm
The House
Claire Hopple
“I know, okay? I know,” I reply to the box, rubbing my blotchy eyes. I slump down on the hardwood and tap my sneaker against it to the beat of “Another One Bites the Dust.”
Old Man and the Boy
Margaret Clapham
Jack Marley wiped the small blobs of shaving cream from his face. The image that stared out of the foggy mirror was someone he didn’t want to know
Careless Trust
Margaret Clapham
“Gramps, what does free speech mean?”
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Diary of an insomniac
Abigail George
I want you to feel the cold like I do, weep like I do, make sense of the senseless world around you like I do. I want you to imagine the unbearable lightness, futility, looseness of things past holding you back
Running with Lithium
Abigale George
Head made of stone sound the alarm for here hallucinations abound like driftwood, a gull sweeping through the sky overhead. In the photograph her skin is as dark as dry blood as she stands in her white dress.
The River
Oswaldo Jimenez
Lawrence Frost ( Larry to you ) was the only child in a household where love and responsibility had always gotten along very well. He’d been born under the sign of Aquarius to an upper-middle-class family who had provided him with the right education which had buoyed him to success.
Virginia Woolf in the Flesh
Abigail George
Before she began her day’s work Virginia Woolf began to write painstakingly yet in a beautiful old-fashioned script in her diary...
Sour Notes
John Kujawski
My friend Anna said she could bring out the worst in me. I knew that wasn’t possible because she’d never seen my bad side. Besides, in order to bring out the worst in me, she’d have to get inside my head and I knew she couldn’t do that
Mira
John Kujawski
Mira used to draw pictures of the devil. When she wasn’t making sketches involving her vision of satan, she would draw monsters and witches or vivd scenes of flesh eating zombies. Mira wasn’t afraid of her creations and she wasn’t afraid of me.
The Theology Student
David Francis
He had the tidiness combined with the carefully searching eyes so that I took him for a theology student.
For the Thousandth Time: I met her in a Bar
Joshua Bantum
A friend of mine understands my hopeless romanticism, and also the self destruction that follows it, but she never understood the type of women I choose to pursue.
Forever Wild
Nickolay Todorov
As green as he was in the use of firearms, Joe Begley had assumed he would complete the job in a single try. Instead the horse kicked pitifully and sprayed blood over his loafers but refused to die
Franks's Funnel
Jay Marvin
The old pickup rattled and squeaked. The tail gate rattled like a prison sentence. Frank tossed a crumpled beer can through the driver's window. His mind was like a flap jack flipped over and over inside his head.
The Costume
Francine Garson
Annie’s mother wanted her to be a clown. She told Annie that she had red curly hair just like Bozo, the most famous clown of all, but she could still wear the red cotton candy wig if she wanted
What waits back home
Chris Castle
“Do they know where he is?” Marty asked. He looked around and saw Marie looking far off into the hills.
Donkey
J. Kaval
The sun was already up in the sky and the earth was feeling its warmth. I was on the way from my village Guniagrahara towards the city.
Thanks I'm All Right
Vanessa Telaro
The dusky road gave way to a soulless night. He shouldn`t have knocked down the damn whiskeys and co, but couldn’t stop himself. Perhaps Charlie had wanted a challenge. Prove that he could make it home in his pick-up without ending up in a ditch with severed bones.
Burning in the rain
Abigail George
It is too cold to swim but she takes his hand. It is beach weather but it is still too cold to swim. She knows she is being brave at this point; even her rage is poetic as she feels the world, her world and the information in it blackening around her.
Wintering between Glaciers
Abigail George
For as long as I can remember I have talked to the dead, spirits that have passed on to the hereafter and in that aftertime I housed collections of every kind
Spades and Sofas
Tom Andrews
I never meant to understand that trashy train-wreck watcher with the dirty red hair…that fellow algae-drinking Appalachian good-for-nothing pea farmer named Alphonse.
Hanging By A Thread
David Calleja
“School is prison for the mind”; these were the words inscribed in blue ink across Col’s English exercise book in 1988. He seemed destined to be dragged through high school labelled a nerd.
Premonitions of angels
Abigail George
Just keeping on
Flecked with dizzying introspection, difficult, monstrous yet inspiring new things that bring you joy
Ordinary
Abigail George
She frustrates me like a blue fly I cannot swat, gut or trap.
Red
Abigail George
We bleed the same in each line as if we have only felt love now for the first time. Summer is here no more. Once my father had a girl called June. He watched her turn to stone
Remembering Elaine
Martin Green
Next morning a stunning girl who was in my lit class stopped me on the way out and asked, “Are you the one who hit somebody at a party yesterday?”
Sacramento Winter
Martin Green
On the way back to my office from the so-called oral exam, which I knew I’d flunked brilliantly, I stopped at the State Building Number 8 cafeteria for a cup of coffee. It was, I thought, the least I could do for myself.
Sacramento Spring
Martin Green
In recent weeks I’d been thinking a lot about my secretary Jane Harper and now here she was. “Mind if I join you?” she asked.
Sacto Fall
Martin Green
Paul Lerner opened his eyes, awakened by a bad dream in which something, he couldn’t remember what, was coming after him. He automatically reached his hand over to the other side of the bed although he knew nobody would be there.
The Teen Years
Martin Green
It was after midnight. Bill Parker was in bed with his wife Amy. The phone rang. Parker picked it up and, still half asleep, mumbled, “Hello.”
Buying the House
Martin Green
Tim opened his eyes, saw sunlight slanting through the blinds and knew what he’d be doing that Saturday... searching for their first house in the suburbs.
A Truly Lousy Day
Martin Green
Paul Lerner awoke with a feeling of dread. Why? Oh, yes, D-Day, the dentist that afternoon. Only a check-up, but it didn’t matter. As a child of the Depression (the real one), who’d gone to cut-rate neighborhood dentists when a kid, drill buzzing away, no anesthetics, pain while helpless in the chair, going to the dentist would always be an ordeal.
The Last Loaf
Beata Gallay
My mother and that woman had been walking all day, all the way to the other end of the city. For a while they took the streetcar but it stopped before the bridge and they were told to get off and cross the bridge on foot.
A Lesson for Mr. Schubert
Michael Young
The high school band raised their instruments and Mr. Schubert’s baton sliced through the air. He closed his eyes and waited to bask in the glorious sound. Like being in the opera house again
A Rainy Day
Piotr Wesolowski
It rained in Jerusalem. It rained in Bethlehem. It snowed somewhere in the mountains across the Sinai; for the rest … just scattered flurries.
Sam's Debt
Charlie Bowers
The little boy stood on his toes as he peered in, his mouth hanging wide open. The mounds of silver coins reflected in his eyes, and his nose was upturned, pressed against the glass.
The Confirmed Bachelor of the Bombay YMCA
Michael Chacko Daniels
Headmaster D’Silva planted gold-rimmed spectacles at the tip of his long nose on a sultry, pre-monsoon day in 1957. His light brown eyes swept our classroom.
The Nature of the Universe
Michael Hoffman
“By the way. I have a confession to make. I stole 1000 yen from your wallet the other day.”
El Jinetero
Barbara Torresi
The sky was hurtful to watch, a flat distension of grey steel threatening to hang over his head like a divine chastisement throughout the northern winter, eight months of unrelenting misery poisoning the hearts of England’s adopted derelicts.
Unfaithful
Fisayo Talabi
Lagos State; Centre of Excellence. House 3, Adams Street, Lekki phase 1, Lagos. More like Centre of emotional Torture.
Zach Runs from a Great Man (extract)
Michael Chacko Daniels
Chapter One
When his stories cautioned him, “Go slow and easy, Bombay boy, you’ve had only six months in the mysteries of the Brahmins of Boiled Bean Town; they need to see that you value every moment with them,” Zach reassured himself, “No one will miss an unpaid trainee even if he never returns to his desk.”
Zach Runs from a Great Man
Michael Chacko Daniels
Chapter Two
For days, Zach consoled himself: The Rajah and I have nuth-thing in common. Why would a man of his standing like my stories? A week later, at the Anglo-Indian bakery, he found a common bond.
The Thief
Jerry Guarino
“Hurry, that construction crew won’t be here all day. Cholo, stop playing with that makeup and look for jewelry.”
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