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Crow Land
By Lucas Cumiford The big black whirlpool in the sky swirled like the accretion disk of a black hole; seeming to trap all substance within its influence, including all light, as if the impending darkness predicted by the present twilight was somehow due to this irresistible vortex. Shortly after dusk the father and his teenage [...]
30Mar2012 | admin | 3 comments | ContinuedCell Forty-Nine
By Ashley Shae Hall Two men stood alone in the unlighted hallway. The portly one advised the young rookie, “After walking down this corridor you will have completed your rounds. Now remember: never speak to the patients in this hallway, they are not the most stable and are best left alone. Here are your keys, [...]
28Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedGluttony
By Daniel Mendoza Ted woke up in a darken alley face down in a puddle of water and he had no clue how he got there. The last thing he could remember was walking up the steps of his apartment building and finding his girlfriend Sara waiting at the front door, after that everything went [...]
28Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedOffering
By Charles Suddeth Sacrifice is hard on both the sacrifcer and the sacrificed. Non-Aztecas need to understand that it is not something to be taken lightly. The world exists because of the harmony our sacrifices have obtained. Without it, the Sun God, Huitzilopochtli, will not remain in the sky, and the world will [...]
26Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Tower of Eletal
by Phillip J. Boucher The cleric Calif looked at the wizard Lafair in astonishment and asked again. “Are you sure?” “As sure as the tricorns bellow at the sun, it’s there. I have apprentices guarding it right now and a small crowd of townsfolk are starting to gather round.” “How was it found?” “It was [...]
26Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedUnder My Skin
By Jon Nichols LAS VEGAS, NEVADA EARLY 1960’s Eating breakfast off the tits of a hooker takes skill. A bit of style doesn’t hurt either. Frank had bags of both. The chefs at The Sands prepared the eggs just the way Frank liked them: the New Jersey way …scrambled in virgin olive oil. [...]
21Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedShepherd and the Thief
By HJ Taylor My God this waiting is dull, he thought to himself, rubbing his forehead until a dull pink color emerged while staring blankly into the changing gray shades as if he had done it a million times before, for a million years, and through a million lives. But maybe waiting beat the [...]
19Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedFiddlebacks
By Jeremy Billingsley The duplex was a rundown building with a wide cracked cement drive and siding that exhibited wood rot. It was good for the impoverished that could afford nothing else, the trash and the youth that spent what money they had on going to college. Two such youths stood in the drive [...]
18Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedWritten Off
by D.A. Cairns He stands stooped before the brick wall which stretches over two hundred metres either side of him, and stares at the graffiti. An exuberant splash of colour and meaningless symbols, it is messy and pointless, he thinks, like his life. Sniffing to prevent a flood of mucas from his nostril, he removes [...]
16Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMovie Night
By Jason Howell Gabe shuffled through the stack of movies, each plastic box displaying Pic-A-Rent’s logo below a smiling cartoon frog, and selected the first DVD of the evening. If anything can relax you after a rough day, it’s a good, long movie night. And talk about a rough day. Kelsey was still creeping around [...]
15Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedSeed
By Andrew Martin Seed looked down and his lip jumped under his thin mustache and right then Carr knew. Carr put the girl’s picture back in his pocket. He put his other hand on his piece and said, “Mr. Seed, put your hands up. High.” Behind him Carr heard his partner’s feet scrape the bottom [...]
13Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Last at Bat
by Brian Haynes The crowd was louder today for some reason. Sliding into home plate I could hear them scream. Some were cheering, but most were distraught as if I had just ruined their day. When I slid across the plate my right knee struck the corner——I’m cut——and sliced open the skin just below [...]
12Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMy Teenager is a Zombie
By Wendy Lambert “I’m still alive,” I quipped back to my husband, gripping the phone tightly. The joke had lost most of its humor considering the circumstances. I listened to him drone on about work, throwing in an occasional “uh-huh” as he detailed his morning rife with boring conference calls and meetings. “See ya [...]
9Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedKill Road
By Troy Massie Johnny had just clocked out and he was heading to his car. He looked at his watch and saw that it was three a.m. He was dead tired and felt like a zombie. He had worked some overtime at the factory, which he had volunteered to do since he was behind on [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedFell Away
By J W Griebel Swept from my arms, I shall remember this day As it were engraved Upon my still beating heart. Her eyes stared, And the stars revealed there, Shone for ages, unaware. I grasped out But she slipped from my grip. Graced my finger tip by tip, Knotting my tongue fit to rip. [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedA Zombie Sestina
By Bobby Mehr Under the stretching autumn sky, I wait. I’m lying on the rooftop, my backpack under my head. It’s been six weeks since I’ve lost contact and I fear the worst is yet to come. The infection spread quickly, and death became more common than sleep. Long were the nights when I watched [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Outbreak
By Joel J. Wittnebel Roger stared into the fire willing himself not to yell, they had already been doing enough of that today. Vanessa sat on the blanket beside him with her face illuminated by the orange light of the fire, he could tell she was doing the same thing. They had been married for [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedBLACK WIDOW
By Elizabeth John A bit of poison on the tongue And prick of knife upon the chest Will bring down her lover’s heart And help him find eternal rest Wedding vow will now stand broken “To love forever” will not be kept— The bride is free to find another And build anew her lover’s nest— [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Devil’s Harlot
By Elizabeth John There is a whisper that they speak Of one so lovely, of beauty deep She who stands with skin so fair Eyes aglow and silken hair And so they whisper with much lust Of soft caress and passion’s touch But men are men as men can be And turn blind eye to [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedGravedigger
By Elizabeth John He toils for the dead. He wears his hat hung low on his brow To protect him from the sun’s harsh light, and to obscure his vision from the task ahead. He labors for the dead. He carries a shovel over his shoulder. Its weight presses down, digs in. It reminds him [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedAnd An Angel Will Lead Him Home
By Elizabeth John When once was lost a good man’s soul And he did renounce the promised home When darkness pushed the light away He vowed he would no longer play When rules and law mattered not— He sought a new way home. When once his conscious led him not And the words he prayed [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWife
By Elizabeth John He Will come And take you When you think not When you expect not You’ll be a prisoner Of his sweet words; you’ll be his little toy; and the games he’ll play with you are not for the weak of heart— Your weak heart. He’ll have your mind and your soul. You [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedChained
By John L. Campbell It was one of countless failing farms in the West Virginia hill country, fields lying fallow and gone wild because there was no money for planting, a rusting tractor sinking into the earth because there was no money to fix it. The barn had collapsed in the center, looking like an [...]
6Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedSalty
By John L. Campbell Cornelius LaBauve was eighty-seven and missing somewhere in the Louisiana bayou. The passenger in the big pickup was worried that the old man had run into a local myth, but the driver had his money on liquor-induced drowning or gators. Cole Doucet arrived at the LaBauve place around eleven in the [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedFree to dream
By Tina Muller The path to my happiness is blocked, imprisoned by my own indolence and ignorance and closely guarded by imposed boundaries and rules and regulations. I need to get out from underneath this pile of corpses! They are but functioning bodies with dead spirits. Trying to fight my way towards the light. I [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedFitting in
By Tina Muller howling with the wolves as we do at Halloween covering up, avoid being seen hiding to stay undetected by the ill of the affected. (there is no sunshine underground) No tags for this post.
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMessage to vultures
By Tina Muller and just because i keep my ear on the ground because I’m looking down that hole to see what is hiding in the dark. don’t think I’m blind to what is happening above me in the sky I can sense you searching up there in the air looking for something in despair. [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe strength of lions
By Tina Muller when the beast cries, the sky cries too washing away salty tears and filthy smears. lions are creatures with ears sensitive to that high pitch of wounded screams, sensitive to that rolling thunder in the chest of the female beast. loud hollering drowns out the sounds of sadness drowns out the sound [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedHiding in the dark
By Tina Muller diving into deep purple darkness, head first swimming through cold sticky blood further down, down, down a hand is searching for another fingertips sensitive, replacing sight find it, hold it, try to keep it and take it back to where it came from even if the slimy blood loosens the grip and [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | Continued