“The Phantom Stench” by Steve Oden
I know the stench is not just bad. It’s evil… Continue reading “The Phantom Stench” by Steve Oden
I know the stench is not just bad. It’s evil… Continue reading “The Phantom Stench” by Steve Oden
The people around West 140th Street provide a mixed record as to how The Litterbug came to be. It’s generally agreed upon that he appeared during a brief strike by the city’s waste management department… Continue reading “Mouth Full of Rot” by Nick Manzolillo
I’ve been asking for water ever since they brought me here. Nobody will give me any. I’m thirsty. The people here say that without any water I’ll die, but they bring me jugs and cups and bowls of cold dead awful stuff that’s not water. I’d spit in it, but I can’t make spit. Continue reading “Little Sips” by Dan Fields
Greta, sometimes you can have a dream job but still be living in a nightmare. Continue reading “Little People” by Ed Ahern
When I woke up with my eyes taped shut and wrists bound, I almost screamed. Continue reading “In the Trunk” by Patrick Hurley
This was his duty. His gift. If he could just be brave. Continue reading “For When it’s Time to Go” by Shenoa Carroll-Bradd
Celia, my day nurse, knocked and entered the room I shared with Farty Arty. I never called him that to his face, but the nickname sure as hell fit; the guy was the Mount Vesuvius of bad smells. Continue reading “Farty Arty and the Visitor” by Theo Fenraven
This morning, I saw a man who looked just like my brother driving a car that looked just like mine. Makes you really rethink what they say about parallel universes. Or is that universi? I always mix it up with octopus. It’s not even a special morning either, which is disappointing. If I was to discover a parallel universe where my brother got the Honda … Continue reading “Moving Perpendicular to Time” by Evelyn Benvie
Every night for the last ninety-nine nights a story had saved her life. She was Shahrazad, wife and slave to King Shahryar. Each night she told a tale of adventure, or intrigue, or love to the king. At the end of each story she made sure to leave some mystery unsolved, some question unanswered. By doing so she hoped the King’s curiosity would get the … Continue reading “A Tale Unwoven” by David Monteith
There’s a crack in the wall and no one agrees on how it got there. Papa says the foundation shifted, but the wall didn’t want to go with it so it split right down the middle. Bubba keeps telling me the wall’s getting ready to drop the ceiling on my head. He likes messing with me, though, so I don’t believe him. Out of all … Continue reading “Cracked and Broken” by Shawna Borman