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Chasing UFOs

by Douglas Young                               “The UFOs are back!” Hampton exclaimed as soon as Helayna answered his call. “WDUN’s reporting a whole heap of ’em were just seen flying over the north end of Sam Benton County around Pitts Peak. We’re hearing […]

Guess Who’s Looking for You?

by Douglas Young      Keaton’s excitement grew the closer he got to his friend Zita’s place. She and her roommates were throwing a house-warming party that Friday night, and Keaton hoped to see many buddies from high school and college, including several not seen in years. Lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood, the twenty-six-year-old tried an […]

Class of ’95

by Bill Tope & Doug Hawley Alicia raced across the busy street, which was choked with after-the-bar traffic. She checked her watch: it was a quarter to 2am. Leaping from the pavement onto the curb, her foot slipped and twisted painfully on the wet grass.

Peter

by Arjun Razdan I walked in without a knock. He was on the top bunk. There were eight beds in the room, all suffused with a sort of orange light of the evening. He did not look at me when I walked in. But, later, he smiled and introduced himself. I had wanted a hotel […]

The Line in the Lake

by Jonathan Ferrini I left the Army exchanging my camos for a uniform consisting of a white vest, black slacks, and a clip-on black bow tie. I got the job from my commanding officer whose family owned a home on the shore of Lake Tahoe. He made an introduction to the GM of a five-star […]

A New Pecking Order

by Douglas Young      Though slightly nervous, Radford McGinniss caught himself smiling en route to a fifteenth annual high school reunion thrown at a classmate’s home Saturday evening. Despite his four years at Theophilus Holmes High being his most miserable, littered with the usual adolescent angst and aggravated by a severe strain of shyness, Radford still […]

poems by A.E. Baconsky

[Five Poems from Corpses in the Void] translated from Romanian by Ștefan Bolea   Prophetic Anatomy   There isn’t any poison left only some pale fluids the sunburnt tongue cries in agony

Our Matchmaker was an Autonomous Car

by Jonathan Ferrini I checked in to the venerable hotel sitting atop Nob Hill in San Francisco greeting the cable car riders ascending California Street. It appeared in many well-known movies and afforded fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.

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