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Cover by Lee Kuruganti © 2006

Some stories contain content of an adult nature, and/or profanity.  Discretion is advised.

 

CONTEST WINNER:

'I can't give this story away'

Distress Call by Clyde Andrews

The prize: a signed print of the illustration by Paul Campbell

Distress Call - by Clyde Andrews - He was cycling like mad and just about to enter the relative safely of his street when they caught up with him; three of them -- all muscles and no brains.  The missing link types that go through life enjoying the misery they inflict on others; especially Jason.

COMIC

Along the Chesapeake - by Adrienne Ray - A continuing comic to be added to each week! Access by clicking NEXT at the bottom of each comic (Along the chesapeake) One , two , three, four, five .

HORROR

The Barn - by Peggy Le Johnson - He walked to the stall where his prize calf boarded and looked down. The hay was red with blood. Parts of the small beast where scattered and stuck to the walls. Blood seemed to drip from everything. Without thinking, he ran to the house and slammed the back door behind him.

Charon's Cab - by Kevin James Hurtack - Max grinned sadistically while he reached into the rusty cab, and patted the fat middle-aged man roughly on the shoulder. Arnie flinched at the man's rough touch, and then without warning was pulled half way through the open window. Before Arnie could protect himself, Max threw an elbow into his face. The cab driver cried out in pain as spots flashed before his eyes, and blood trickled from his nose.

Prison Eyes - by Denise Feurt - The United States had been over-run with prisoners for years. Science had found new ways to gather body parts with cloning, but this was a new high for the people all over the Americas who needed help, placed on waiting lists for years, sometimes they died waiting for a transplant. Everyone on death row was now a mandatory donor.

Stories to Tell - by Monika M. Segally - Dusk is coming. Harriet sits on the porch swing on the wide veranda. She is tired after another long day of unpacking. The last of the moonflowers peak from the corner of the porch their blooms as wide as dinner plates. A lone cricket chirps in the lawn and the moon, the moon is huge—a harvest moon to celebrate the impending season of crackling leaves and crisp cold evenings. Her breath is barely visible in twilight and she sighs deeply of the thin fall air.

The Essay - by Monika M. Segally - Well Mrs. Paulson…summer sucked. Being dead is not all it's cracked up to be.

FLASH

More Tender Than That - by P.H. Madore  - The door slammed on my words. “I'm getting the hell out of here,” I told her before she said something I didn't hear and I left my job, the status quo.

On the Pedestal - by Louise Norlie - With the slightest movement, she will fall off the pedestal. With the slightest sound, she will let it know she is there. 

Dance - by Theresa Cecilia Garcia - "Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses. Women for their strengths."
         - Lois Wyse - American Advertising Executive

SHORT STORY

The Unwavering Slayer of Dragons - by Paul Ray - Bren took a gulp from his tankard and forced the dark liquid down. His eyes scanned the gloomy room surveying the crowd.

The Engagement - by Theresa Cecilia Garcia and Robert Brian Newbill - I must have waited an hour at the station, sweating and nervous at the prevailing circumstances, wrapped up in a spell of torrid weather on the hottest time of the day.

Seeds of Hate - by Arthur Sánchez - "Here's the first of them," the sergeant said as he wrestled a crate in through the open flap. A hot dusty wind blew in behind him and the canvas walls of the tent seemed to shudder at the announcement. "And Sir," he said as he laid the box down on the table, "they are live."

NON-FICTION

A Crownless Princess - by Melissa Mirza - I'm not comfortable with pedestals. To be quite honest, I'm afraid of heights. I'd much rather be eye-to-eye so that my flaws are more easily exposed because that's the only way to really connect with someone else.

STATIC MOVEMENT FAVORITE

Madman by Monika M. Segally

POETRY

Monsters in the Woods - by Timothy J. Donley

A Crow Thinks about Strawberries - by Apryl S. Fox

Insomnia   - by M. Frias-May

Fire Dream - by H.F. Gibbard

Shade - by M. Frias-May

Touch Me - by Brenda A Hubbard

Ice Sculpure - by Theresa Cecilia Garcia

REPRINTS

These are stories that have appeared in other zines that are no longer online.

THE ONLY THING HE HAD - by Louise Norlie - "That was the best game we've ever had!"

The Compass - by Deborah Koren - Nora grasped at the balcony railing as the storm's winds caressed her. Her satin robe billowed, and her long hair lifted off her neck as she swayed with the gathering winds. The cityscape rose around her, all needle peaks and vertiginous canyons, with so many lights and reflected lights that the night was never dark, and the roof of clouds overhead glowed orange.

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