Short Fiction: Prologue
by Brian S. Leon Libya, February 2011 He had been waiting in the austere presidential office to see the dictator for over an hour, but time was something of which he had plenty. He didn’t
Short Story: The Men’s Entrance
by Scott Bell Javier Lazano arrived for the interview earlier than he wanted, but later than he expected. The door hissed open and he stepped inside. Men packed the waiting room. Wall-to-wall males, configured in
Short Story: Nowhere Near Goodbye (Deleted Scene)
by Barbara Conrey Nowhere Near Goodbye Deleted Thanksgiving Scene Note: One of the first things my content editor suggested was to change my manuscript from a two-person point-of-view (Kate and Emma) to a single point-of-view (Emma). She
Short Story: My Father Tells a Story (Aunt Blanche)
by Claire Matturro My Father Tells a Story Four generations of us had crowded my brother’s farmhouse in the rural black belt of Alabama and the living room still smelled of roasted turkey and pumpkin
Short Story: Doing the Hop, Hop, Hop
by Russ Hall Forty-seven pogo sticks Showed up by error at the nursing home. Retired duffs and greying dames Cast off their walkers; one Rose up from a steel wheelchair. “Oh, brittle bones, we do
Short Story: How to Win the Internet
by Shawne Steiger Photo by Lucio Abatemarco Take a selfie at your sister’s wedding. Pose in your pale green bridesmaid dress, shoes long ago dumped under the table. Snap. In the photo your cheeks are
Short Story: Drawing a Bead
by Marie Flanigan T settled on a roof across from the arcade. He unzipped his gear bag and began assembling his rifle. In less than a minute, the gun was mounted on a tripod and
Short Story: Spilt Milk
by Densie Webb She couldn’t point to a day marked in red on the calendar when everything had fallen apart. It had been a methodical, exquisitely painful dissection. In the beginning, she was hopelessly—no—insanely in
Short Story: Resurrecting the Torn Edge
by Nicholas Conley Recreating dead people is a complex process. The little details often get skewed. Mason’s software could usually whip up living dead folks with the skill and flair of an experienced barista, but not
Short Story: Exiled
“Exiled” (A Bonus Story from Versions of Her) by Andrea Lochen Melanie was thirteen and had a brand-new blue-plaid bikini—the top was padded, her sister, Kelsey, liked to point out. When Melanie wasn’t listening to her