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by Douglas Young That evening Forsythia Farmer turned into the parking lot of Gator Tales, the state’s largest strip club, to park by the private back entrance manned by a large, intimidating bouncer. Despite being one of the club’s most popular attractions, the dancer known as Domino Double-D Dean still drove a fifteen-year-old car […]
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Greg, a little boy, is intrigued by the vacuum cleaner, which Mrs Williamson, the cleaning lady, says is so powerful it picks up all the dust. It must be magic, he thinks. One afternoon during their holidays on the coast, Dad is sleeping off lunch, Mum has gone to see some […]
by Mariia Shmeleva It’s a strange and beautiful thing, to have friends. To stay over, read, be silent together. Sometimes, you have sex. Sometimes, you just fall asleep, holding each other, because it’s warmer that way.
by Jonathan Ferrini “Momma, please wake up.” “Let me sleep, girl!” “You’ve been sleeping for five days. “I need to drive you to the urgent care.
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 […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp At first, Joan shook Thomas’s shoulder gently, but then with increasing urgency she whispered, “Wake up, wake up. Selma’s crying.”
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 […]
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.
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 […]
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 […]