Category Archives: Prose
Elizabeth
by Chris Leahy Greetings, Elizabeth. It has been far too many years since I have come in contact with you, and I apologize for that. It has been brought to my attention that you are falling in with the new … Continue reading
Do You Have Any Questions?
by Cameron Hawkins I was sitting on stained wicker seat on the edge of a red floor rug in front of a glowing TV. The rug was flecked with dust and stray threads. Odd brown floral patterns marched around the … Continue reading
Charlie
by Danny Freepons Our story begins with a young man named Charlie. He was of medium height, slightly overweight, and had never had his appendix removed. He was twenty six years old, and worked at a bank in the uptown. … Continue reading
Platform 022; the Assignment
by Michael Blanding The morning started out rough, all the hot water had been used by his Platformmates, breakfast was made of food they should have eaten yesterday, and Gonzales and Ford had already been in two fist fights by … Continue reading
Empty Thing
Zeke Hill Empty Thing I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, adjusting the knob on the old radio until I find the right station. Goddamn, it takes an hour to get the stupid thing working. Half the time it doesn’t even … Continue reading
The Purpose of an Author in Society
By Nicholas Vergara Eden is very gray in a way that stays the mind into such a fervor it stumbles into abysmal thoughts; no, no coherence, just what one might opine is emotion or some other internal manifestation of the … Continue reading
What Remains
By Kathleen A. Magner Hillrise Cemetery’s stone turrets sprouted alongside the needle-straight road extending before me, severing the crisp sidewalk and line of idyllic storefronts shaded by lush maples. The trees were more robust than I remembered and although a … Continue reading
Strawberry Cake for Breakfast
By Erin L.C. Lowe I awoke to the sound of steady, high-pitched beeps coming from a heart monitor. The sounds chirped in unison to the rhythm of a dripping IV, both of which are attached to my left arm. Beads … Continue reading
Dog Dragged Home
By George Leickly The dog wore a sheath of fat over pure muscle, rolled through black ink and bristling hair. It was never fed from their hands. It came and went, bringing gifts to their doorstep; rodents with crushed skulls, … Continue reading
A Story is Like a Kiss
By Andy Brucia Through great mental discipline, hard work, and a propensity for drink, I have managed to forget most of what I was taught during my college days in the north, and I believe I am a richer person … Continue reading