The shop had a front door, but Lemke kept it locked. The roll-down hadn’t been lifted in six years or so; the local punks had of course sprayed graffiti on it, but the graffiti itself was barely visible under a …
Born. Learned. Partied. Drank. Smoked. Mated. Worked. Divorced. Regretted. Died.
Doug Jacquier lives in Yankalilla, Australia. He writes stories and poems. His work has been included in several anthologies. He has recently published a collection of short humor, Raving and …
When I graduated high school my older brother Jarvis took me to a whorehouse in West Memphis. Jarvis told the girl it was my first time and if she could make it last half an hour there was another twenty …
The July my brother, Jim, turned fourteen and I was still ten, my dad bought a house. It was a small one-story house that had narrow rooms with sharp, tight corners and the yard was compact. In fact, everything about …
Wrinkle-free face, full lips, veiny hands. Perhaps nobody will notice.
Phyllis DeMarco is a published writer in numerous genres. She has written poetry for children’s magazines, as well as nonfiction articles for parenting magazines. Her story “Freedom” appeared in the July 2020 edition of Potato Soup Journal. …
Black Friday. I was up insanely early, hoping to be out the door by 5:00 a.m. to pick up some deals at the mall. I couldn’t get anyone to go with me—lightweights, all of them. They would rather sit home …
Coming out or not? They kept the closet half open.
Tarini Goyal is an international chess player, Woman FIDE Master and FIDE Instructor, who is studying economics at the undergraduate level. She loves traveling and writing in unexplored territory.…
Embalming fluid comes in a range of colors. At Mr. Parson’s funeral home, his collection of unopened bottles looked like a variety-pack of fruit-flavored wine spritzers. The skull and cross bones on each label, warning of the formaldehyde the bottles contained, …
The door to the attic creaked open with a push. Carol coughed as the smell of mildew and old books invaded her nostrils. She moved deeper into the murky shadows, raking a hand in front of her face to ward …
At the start of our freshman high school year, I, Randel Billingsley, a skinny, Black “C+” student, bet my thin, White, straight “A” best friend since second grade, Leda Scarsdale, that she would not get a better grade in English …