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VIKTOR’S VIOLIN
By Dan Keeble -- The cracked wind-weathered fingers of Viktor’s left hand swung the time-worn violin under his jaw. The bristles on his...
Apr 28, 20247 min read
The Northwest Passage
By Ben Nardolilli -- The open windows and two fans oscillating over Adam’s body were not enough. Adam pulled up his blanket and...
Apr 28, 20244 min read
The Mediation
By James P Hanley -- “Don’t hang up on me, Emily.” “Why are you calling, Roger?” Remember, the judge ruling on our divorce recommended...
Apr 28, 20249 min read
The Mars Worker
By Freddy Herrera JR -- Paul: Hey guys, I am Paul. The company sent me to help Hector develop the Mars colony. Hal: Hey, I am Hal. I...
Apr 28, 20245 min read
The Deer and the Hunter
By Daisy Sanchez [Winner: Best of Show] -- I knew those woods like the back of my hand, you could ask anyone I knew. I spent so many of...
Apr 28, 202413 min read
TENSION
By Matthew Spence -- There. Somebody had finally said the last word, and thankfully someone besides him. The aftermath of it hung in the...
Apr 28, 20242 min read
Stretching the Spine
By C.W. Bryan -- I have a small collection of white rocks. The rocks are relatively round. Some of them are squared off, or jagged. Some...
Apr 28, 20245 min read
STREET RATS
By Andy Nguyen -- My youth was filled with color, I used to run with my friends around the city. We used to tag so many of the walls,...
Apr 28, 20244 min read
Strangers in Love
By Adelle Sepulveda -- Chevon skims through the email she’s sending her supervisor for the nth time. Celeste Barrera is a snob when it...
Apr 28, 20249 min read
The Lost Falcon
By Sarah Das Gupta -- Scene: The Manor of Farleigh 1475 -- Alaric sat up in bed to the raucous sound of the cock crowing. The straw...
Apr 28, 20248 min read
House Money
By Mark Russ -- “I’m not going to make it!” Jeb yelled at Lenore. His skis and poles were clasped in both hands at odd angles. He...
Apr 28, 20247 min read
Night of Gluttony
By Brian Robertson -- On a cold, gray spring morning, a young knight walks through their starving small town, plagued with death from the...
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Meet You at the Spot?
By Daisy Sanchez -- It was a warm, and sunny March afternoon. The sunlight was falling through the pane glass window onto the linoleum...
Apr 28, 20246 min read
A Process
By Maggie Nerz Iribarne -- On her way through the familiar lobby, Margaret passed Superintendent Kevin, or K-man, as Phil used to call...
Apr 28, 20244 min read
Laptop Larceny
By J.B. Cornelius -- Curtis went to Walmart to buy valve-stem caps for his tires. On impulse, he also grabbed a pack of chewing gum at...
Apr 28, 20244 min read
Madame Candy
By J.B. Cornelius -- My first cousin blesses her phone before she answers it. This takes a while—exactly three rings. She also flips...
Apr 28, 20243 min read
1970
By DC Diamondopolous -- Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whisky a Go Go and into the night. A blurred neon sign from...
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Turf
By B. B. Schaikes [Winner: 1st Place] -- I was devoted to the practice of going to Starbucks at 5 a.m. every Sunday morning and sitting...
Apr 27, 20242 min read
The Offering
By Michael B. Schwartz [Winner: 2nd Place] -- Charles made sure he placed his basket on the table the night before. There was no way he...
Apr 27, 20248 min read
ELECTRIC CANDLE
By Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi [Winner: 3rd Place] -- Heart pumping faster than her legs, she feared she might kill her mother, feared her...
Apr 27, 20248 min read
What Have You Done?
By Brooklyn Porter -- Based on Crime and Punishment By Fyodor Dostoevsky What Have You Done? “Conscience is the inner voice that warns us that someone may be looking.” — H. L. Mencken Swirling blackness, All engulfing Struggling for air, To breathe Deepest darkness, Drowning me Overcome and Sinking down Never to rise Ever again But the spell Is broken I am free, awake, And alive I lay still, Eyes wide I draw in air, So sweet Everything so normal, And unchanged Yet a nagging,
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A Silence Rang Out in the Universe
By Omar Jarkas -- Far from their thoughts was the concept of a silent assimilation. That Actors could slip into their lives, into their hearts, and play the role of humanity better than they could. It began on the set of an independent film showcasing the journey of a man who lost control over an artificial intelligence; the director sought to make history with the film and to supplement his refined piece of art, as a last second decision he chose to employ an entirely inhum
Mar 112 min read
Xilabela
By Soquel Medina -- Once upon a time, a long time ago lived a young girl named Xilabela. She was the only daughter of an Aztec king and the baby sister to his two heirs. She was wise beyond her years. The princess of a savage warrior who had ruled for many years and that made her extra special. She had hair the color of milk chocolate and eyes to match. Her face was full and although she didn’t wear much makeup, her cheeks still honed a pinkish tint. Her lips were small but
Mar 156 min read
POETRY
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