
Wood smoke burns my eyes despite the air flowing in the door and out the roof vents of the cinder block cookhouse. My job is to stir the copper kettle filled with pig necks, feet, hearts, and livers that will …
Wood smoke burns my eyes despite the air flowing in the door and out the roof vents of the cinder block cookhouse. My job is to stir the copper kettle filled with pig necks, feet, hearts, and livers that will …
Monsoon. Raindrops trickle down her face through the burqa veil.
Sahana Ahmed is a fiction writer from Bengaluru, India. Visit her online at www.sahanaahmed.com. …
The wind chimes were driving Lucas crazy. He was watching an old Perry Mason show on his TV when Perry swung around and pointed his finger at the old lady in the gallery. The wind chimes on the Lucas’ porch …
She lovingly pulled off his respirator. Time for husband #2.
Haley M. Hwang is a writer living in the Chicago area. She writes microfiction, drabbles, short stories, and is working on her debut novel. When she isn’t writing, she is …
Farmer and amateur magician Paul Ciccilini beamed with pride as he watched the judge place a third-place ribbon on his entry, a perfectly grown zucchini. Hardly anyone else noticed the ten-inch green wonder; but this was an accomplishment worth celebrating. …
Dotty kept her head down, fighting against the wind and the rain. Ice cold rivulets ran down the back of her neck, finding the gap between her old wool coat and her skin. She shivered and pulled the coat tightly …
“I just can’t.” By “can’t,” she meant him. He wept.
Haley M. Hwang is a writer living in the Chicago area. She writes microfiction, drabbles, short stories, and is working on her debut novel. When she isn’t writing, she is …
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Bobby stepped onto the bus, his small suitcase loaded with metal army men. The pungent smell of fish and dirty water filled the air of the fish market under the metal gray sky. A large banner hung from …
Freddie Cleveland reeked of cooking grease. He’d battered, fried, boiled, basted, fricasseed and cooked chicken every way imaginable. He made it every day, one way or another. The smell never went away, never left his clothing. He figured it would …
Earth finally starved the virus of humanity and healed itself.
Ximena Escobar is an emerging author of literary fiction and poetry. Originally from Chile, she lives in Nottingham with her husband and three children.…