ArchiveJanuary

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Short Stories

The Lowesoft Monster by Terry-Gates Grimwood ~I'm frightened. Even though I'm a grown-up, and it's early afternoon and the sun's yellow-bright.

Through the Stone Gate by Keith P. Graham ~New York City is as dark as it ever gets at three in the morning, but there were no shadows on 151st street.

Part-Time John by David Siegel Bernstein ~The final thing he was certain of was that there was no escape. Every time he walked away from the bench he'd walk into another one.

Sycamore by Ian Donnell Arbuckle ~Eight: On the street, as our bewildered hero blinks in the sun, a roving reporter with a live feed:

Future School by Chris Stevenson ~ His students were all female, mostly from the Red zip code, a little better off socially than his own station--the Blue.

The First Warrior by H.F. Gibbard ~ Joe Lynn Gaines was the only man I ever saw tear apart a pair of handcuffs with his bare hands.

Homecoming by Arthur Sanchez ~ "--The Grand Duke's Imperial Guards," Kir cut in with a gap-toothed smile. "You've told me." *This story won the contest for the first issue. Arthur received from Paul Campbell an autographed print of the story illustration. Congratulations Arthur!

Boner's Stand by Boyd E. Harris ~ Jimmy Ray pulled the rubber band off the San Antonio Express News, unrolled it and there it was. The whole front page dedicated to the events that had literally shaken the world.

Note to Self by Keith P. Graham ~ Harris stopped his unmarked police car. He opened the windows a crack to let some air in, got out, and locked the doors. He paused, looking up and down the street. There was no sign of the mysterious Julia. She seemed to know more about the case than he did. What was her part in all this? She had said noon.

CRAWLERS by Paul Campbell ~ The world ended three weeks ago today. I, Ben Hanely, a scientist working in environmental study, have waited this long to begin my official records of the event in hopes that humankind could somehow turn this around.

The School by Adrienne Ray ~ Blake knew he had an extremely bright future. He already had the most important criteria for achieving success in the field of journalism.

The Station by Jon Bishop ~ Clink, clink was the sound as I deposited my fare of $0.75 for my ride on the city bus. I didn't know where I was going, and I really didn't care.

The Gift by John Klawitter ~ Florie studied the middle-aged white man in the black Cadillac that had pulled over to the curb. Banker, she thought to herself. Or maybe a doctor.

FLASH

Leaving San Francisco by Marge Simon ~ Armageddon takes its time. Inch by inch, the sea closes in on us.

A New York Moment by Nonnie Augustine ~ Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. He held his liquor well, usually, but tonight he was off his form.

Another Writer's Tale by P.H. Madore ~ The brilliant writer stood from his yellow-golden wooden desk, finally, and for a moment admired the body of work which was now before him--

The Fortune Tree by David E. Hughes ~ On the first day of autumn, Mai Ling left the village and trudged through the forest.

Fogbound by Matt Spence ~ It was the Fog that kept him curious, in spite of his parents' warnings to stay away from its boundary.

Poetry

Held in Humanity's Tainted Uterus by Wendy Williams ~ She offers smiles to strange faces
Shakes the hands and gives warm embrace

TRAIPSING ON BANTAYAN SHORE by Rachelle Credo ~ fresh sunbeams scald my face
as I trot the shore of a long forgotten past

Timor Mortis by Christopher Spiess ~ Hoc est corpus meum. Running in the crowded streets,
Sprinting down the avenues, Trapising with the people, In the people who are burdened down.

The Quest by Mark Chapman ~ He swung his mighty Sword of Pain, at the ogre fierce.It cleaved the enemy in twain,his black heart did it pierce.

CLIMB by Michael Hanson ~ Upon a mountain path I paused mid helpless base and wizened peak to realize I had no cause, nor brave crusade, nor mighty feat.

Non-Fiction

Literary Sangreal by Michael Hanson ~ For the sake of brevity, and your own sanity dear reader, I now put this landslide of Arthurian and Middle-Ages hyperbole to rest...

Undone by Melissa Mirza ~ The one person who I build my strength from is also the one person who can break me down with a single blow.

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