by Frank Scozzari The big C-130 Hercules came thundering down through the clouds, its broad, silver wings glistening in the African sunlight. The four, huge Allison engines roared as the plane found its altitude and leveled. Jake Henley sat nervously in the pilot seat. Through the narrow cockpit, he could see far ahead […]
by Brian Conlon The season finale of “The Breaking Point” was quite controversial, but not as controversial as it was supposed to be. The creator of the show, Finny Davidson, had always wanted the finale to be about religion. In fact, in his presentation to the executives at Celestial Farms Entertainment (CFE) he had […]
by Arthur Davis Meyer Holbein pushed his broom down the partially lit corridor as he had done for the last dozen years. It was a simple task, something he was uniquely qualified to tend. He was a tall, perfectly stooped man in his early seventies whom the building maintenance department preferred to believe was […]
by Deckard Croix The Plebeian beside me gave a look I could not interpret. His gray hair reflected the too-bright light, his plain white shirt reminding me of hospitals and childhood rambles after Sunday school, cookouts in the Irish-green countryside; impossibly green, impossibly white. He gave me the glance again, this time sidelong as if […]
by Matthew Muller We are alone without our parents for breakfast at my grandparent’s house in Germany. My brother is with me on the long oak bench and in the corner is my grandfather, smoking his pipe. My brother and I, we are both watching him, suck, suck, suck, blow. Into the morning light comes […]
by Ronald Gauthier “I guess the news made its way to you by now, John, but I called to let you know the decision in case you didn’t.” The voice came drumming in a monotone so dry and unpredictable that it belied its seriousness. But John, now listening with his own heart pounding and his […]
by Ken Wheatcroft-Pardue In Memphis, just past dawn, a couple is walking on a downtown street looking as if they’re searching for something. You know what I mean. Their heads swivel here and there, as if perusing the dank sidewalk for something they’d lost long ago. The first thing you can’t help but notice is that […]
by Jan Wiezorek Pounding awakened John at eight on Saturday morning, and he opened the hallway door to see the janitor with his thick waist barge right in. “Gotta look at your bathroom.” “Oh,” John said. “Good morning.” His bald head felt greasy and his mouth still tasted of salt from the anchovies on Friday night’s […]
by Kate LaDew The boy’s skin was very pale. Arms turned down, thin strips of black wrapped around, mapping where the skin didn’t meet. He was very handsome and Murmur was glad. It was so much more romantic when beautiful people died. The lips looked white, burned and raw. Her father said the boy vomited continuously […]
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