The Last Matinee – By James Gering
Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....
The Season of the Dandelions – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
“Do you know Nena?” my mother says before I take off my shoes and before I enter home. That...
Just that Night – By Rimli Bhattacharya
The laptop was open at that bedside table of mine. It was dead of night and I haven’t slept a wink. Normally by this...
Revenge – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
The delivery of the last falcon for the sultan was late for almost three full years. Although Davidov, limping...
Academician Sisoye’s Inaugural Speech – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Sisoye was finally made a member of the National’s Academy of Arts and Sciences.
He just needed to deliver his...
Material Safety – By Stephenson Muret
Between them only a desk. Carlisle stood behind it. Felix stood before it. For several blinks of the wall clock Carlisle had remained sitting....
Hanging, Just Outside the World – By Jim O’Donnell
“See how the waters are rising in the north; they will become an overflowing torrent.
They will overflow the land and everything in it,...
Still Waters – By Kimberly Christensen
The aftershocks of the slammed door reverberated in Petra's ears as her lover thumped down the stairs, past the little teahouse on the ground...
Stren – By R. Sebastian Bennett
Tomato George drove us up toward the mesa in his vegetable truck. He knew of a pond out behind old...
