Fiction

By Brian Mosher, When I first arrived in town in 1955, The Golden Albatross was run by Cassini, a fat Chinese man. No one was

By Mark Gallini, “Get up! Get up you lazy one,” her mother sings, or rather recites. “It’s time to go to Grandma’s.” She leans over

By Scott Pieschel, “Excited for your blooding tomorrow?” Shadows from the weakening flames in the hearth danced across my older brother, Tommy’s, face. He sat

By Derek Alan Jones The work was nearly done. As he turned the crown to wind the spring, each click of the ratchet wheel was

By Stephen James, “Write me a story in the style of Hemingway.” I watch the middle-aged man in the tailored suit with disdain as he

By Peter Lavin, Even after six months of ownership Mick Moneypenny still took pleasure in opening the door of his BMW. It swung smoothly and

By Bethany Browning, The boredom was real. The chatter in my mind was a scurry of chipmunks, running one self-destructive idea after another through every

By Jowita Bydlowska He looked exactly the same as he did on the Apps, in the picture with the baseball hat. He ordered a slice

By Luke Beling, Father Sampson took me in after I passed out on the curb near his church. He let me use his shower and