Street Scuzz

By Paige Wyatt I consecrate the sidewalk outside the Circuit Board with my stomach contents, adding to the legendary bodily fluids that have been spilled before me.  Sonny, my producer, watches me, his dark-lined eyes fixating on where I ralphed. He knows I’m scared, and in classic Sonny fashion, he tries to distract me.“Hey Scuzz,Continue reading “Street Scuzz”

The Devil Walks in Devon

By Tiffany Shull Peterson “Mama, I saw the Devil.”  My tired eyes turned from the flickering fire and rested on Eliza’s round, red cheeks pulled flat by a frown. Gentle curls framed her concerned face as she stared back at me. “Another bad dream, love?” My question was met with a defiant deepening of herContinue reading “The Devil Walks in Devon”

Call Me Pretty

By Mary Maeve McGeorge TW: The following piece contains stalking and assault imagery that may be triggering. I shouldn’t have been walking alone.  It was my first night, and the promise of endless possibilities shone brightly on the tiny foreign town. Snow fell between the hazy glimmer of the twinkling lampposts, a stark difference betweenContinue reading “Call Me Pretty”

Family From Boise

2021 Short Story Writing Contest 1st Place Runner-Up By Elizabeth Glass I was at the kitchen table having cereal when my mom burst in, walking faster than she had in years, not using her walker or wearing her oxygen. She fell into the empty chair, wheezing, a thickness audible in her throat. I was determinedContinue reading “Family From Boise”

Horsepen Mountain

By Melinda Grisco Horsepen Mountain has many unhappy ghosts, dark secrets and good soil on the steep slopes. The road going through the area is so winding folks say, “you meet yourself coming and going”. It is a treacherous place to walk or drive even in good weather. Many cars and trucks have gone overContinue reading “Horsepen Mountain”

Christmas Magic

Jan was having the devil’s own time this holiday season. It was Christmas Eve, and for once in her ninety-three years, she had nothing to look forward to. Her ginger cat, Charles, curled in her lap as she sipped her morning coffee. Her late husband’s budgies squawked in their cage more aggressively than usual–as ifContinue reading “Christmas Magic”

The Church

By Grainne O’Brien “You don’t have to go.” Ciara’s husband entered their bedroom dressed in a navy suit with a bright yellow tie that he was managing to pull off. “Everyone will understand.” Stopping short, he surveyed her unusual stance.  “What are you doing, Ci?” His tone was even, but his expression was alert andContinue reading “The Church”

The Play in Playground

By Gabrielle Pelayo “Childhood. It is a time where individuals are youthful and free to explore the world around them. Imagination runs rampant through a child’s mind and lets them soar to new heights.” Sophia pondered over the opening quote for a moment as she sat in her comfortable blue chair in her living room.Continue reading “The Play in Playground”