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Category: Fiction

  • Who Wins the 109.361 Yard Race? by J. S. O’Keefe

    Who Wins the 109.361 Yard Race? by J. S. O’Keefe

    The United States has only four percent of the planet’s population but a full one-quarter of its economic output, which is wealth for all intents and purposes. Pundits and laymen have offered various explanations, both scholarly and emotional, divine intervention frequently mentioned among them.

  • Hillside by Zary Fekete

    Hillside by Zary Fekete

    “Shall we walk up that way?” Roger said. Cynthia looked up and saw the winding path he was pointing to. They were standing at the foot of a green hill, about 200 yards from where Roger had parked their car. “Don’t you think it’s a bit steep?” she said.

  • Corridor by Martina Collender

    Corridor by Martina Collender

    Look it, have you ever woken in the dead of night? It’s so dark that for a second, just a split second, you think you’ve died. And you’re so scared. And you lie there, and you feel so horrible and so… alone, and all that crap, you know? Yeah, well, with every step I took,…

  • Shared Values by Natalya Edwards

    Shared Values by Natalya Edwards

    I chose to come back to myself on Thursdays because who the hell would choose to live their life only in the first half of the week? All that expectation, Monday morning dread, realising you’ve got a whole week ahead of you of zero lie-ins and a to-do list as long as your arm. I…

  • A Steady State Model by Mary Grimm

    A Steady State Model by Mary Grimm

    Our grandmother was the first dead person we knew, although we hadn’t known her very well. She was old, and she often spoke in another language. The oldest cousin claimed that she understood her when she spoke in Slovak, but the rest of us didn’t believe her, except for her sister because they always stuck…

  • Going to a Show Tonight by Bruce Buchanan

    Going to a Show Tonight by Bruce Buchanan

    The words once meant magic. But middle-age reality overwhelms 1993’s exuberance. Parking costs too much, and the walk to the amphitheatre is too long. My knees already throb, and the opening act hasn’t even started.

  • The Strange Man at the Door by Noel Lis

    The Strange Man at the Door by Noel Lis

    Somewhere in a quiet, forgotten corner of Edmonton, somebody or something rapped on the door of Mr Thomas, the sort of man in his mid-70s who had retired long ago but had never really ceased working. It was a knock with no voice: a flurry of light raps might betray a nervous insistence, while heavy…

  • Beguiled by Hilary Ayshford

    Beguiled by Hilary Ayshford

    We wanted to be gypsies, the raggle-taggle vagabonds of folksongs and fairy tales. We wanted to meander through the countryside in brightly painted wooden caravans on wheels, pulled by thickset ponies with shaggy coats and fringed feet, to sleep under the stars and cook food on an open fire, lit by lanterns glimmering in the…

  • Where by Glen Pourciau

    Where by Glen Pourciau

    Yesterday, I think it was, I had a setback. I don’t have a sequence of events, before or after, but I sort of woke up midafternoon at the wheel of my car in a city forty miles west of our house. I didn’t remember driving there and as far as I know, I had no…

  • Things That Count by Beth Sherman

    Things That Count by Beth Sherman

    It’s been four hours and you’re still sitting in the green bucket chairs, not reading the array of People magazines on the table, as the wall clock barely ticks forward and Ryan sits next to you playing Fruit Ninja on his phone, using his left hand because the right one got hit with a line…