ED N WHITE: Date Line

Adventure, Amusing, Submissions, , , ,

I met this intriguing woman on an internet dating site, fascinated by her profile line that said she was a welder on a deep-water offshore oil rig.

We’d been hard at it for three months and two days.

The Texas authorities dubbed her the “Ninety-nine-day killer.”

I was that close.

Ed N. White is a writer of Mysteries. A teller of Tales. A graduate of the University of Iowa with an M. A. from the University of Rhode Island. An unapologetic self-publisher of Thrillers and Middle-Grade mysteries. A New Englander trapped on the Suncoast of Florida hoping for a little snow.

ANGELA TEAGARDNER: House Fire

Artistic, Submissions, Touching, , , , ,

We didn’t live there anymore. Hadn’t for a decade.

And yet, as flames licked at the windows and devoured the roof, as smoke belched into the twilight sky, I stood on the hose-wet lawn suffocating, asphyxiating on the fumes of my childhood while firefighters tried—failed—to stop its burning.

Angela Teagardner has been selling books for twenty years – not her own though, not yet. A bookseller for pay and a writer for passion, she’s been writing stories and poetry since middle school. She currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with her husband, daughter, and two extremely cranky cats.

JOHN H. DROMEY: Technical Knockout

Amusing, Submissions, , ,

A youngster came home from school with scraped knuckles and a torn shirt.

“Fighting again? I think your classmate Donnie is a bad influence on you. Have you been playing violent video games at his house?”

“No, I haven’t. Donnie won’t let me. First I have to win a fight.”

John H. Dromey’s short fiction has been published in Mystery Weekly Magazine and over one-hundred-fifty other venues.

LINDA SALDAÑA: By Starlight

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Sleeping outside, away from the din of the city, they had a window into the glitter of a million worlds, and all it took to blast their minds free of Earth-bound problems was to stare into galaxies just hanging there, waiting for the next trillion years to come and go.

Linda Saldaña is an escaped tech writer now addressing the meaning of life 50 words at a time – or maybe a little more. Recent work can be found in Poydras Review and Every Day Fiction.

JUDY UPTON: The Clock

Artistic, Submissions, , ,

On the day the old woman died, her clock stopped. It couldn’t be fixed, but Kate, her granddaughter, kept it for its sentimental value.

When Kate married, the clock had pride of place in her apartment.

One day, Kate came home with some news: “Darling, I’m pregnant.”

Tick. tick, tick.

Judy Upton wrote this story.

DAVID DEREY: The Only Time I Saw Grandpa’s Grin

Artistic, Submissions, , ,

I found him in the garden, grinning like a great white shark.

“Everything okay, Gramps?”

“NASA says a skyscraper-sized asteroid will hit this city.”

“Their calculations were wrong.”

“What?”

“They say it’s going to splash into the Pacific.”

The shark grin submerged, leaving only his usual flat face.

And quietness.

David Derey wrote this story.

GB BURGESS: Trip of a Lifetime

Artistic, Submissions, , , ,

Another day starts. You wake weary and late. Whip on a dress suit, hairspray, lippy, and name tag. No time for brushing your teeth. No matter. You never smile at the office anyway.

Clutching a tepid coffee, you’re out the door and running, racing towards the end of your life.

GB Burgess works from home now and smiles every day.

TOM O’BRIEN: Death and the Newborn

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Death heard the newborn’s cry and began his inevitable journey.

Sometimes he can save them early, but too often the path is arduous and slow. He weeps when he reaches them in old age: by then they have suffered a life too long, in all its illusion and false hope.

Tom O’Brien is an Irishman living in London. He’s been published in numerous places across the web and has been anthologised in Blood & Bourbon, Blink-Ink, DEFY! and twice in the Uncommon print collections. He’s on Twitter at @tomwrote and his website is tomobrien.co.uk.

C CHRISTINE FAIR: Mother Always Asked Uncle Art to Babysit

Artistic, Submissions, Top Stories, , , , , ,

Art’s avuncular fingers plunged deep into my girlish flesh,
plowed furrows,
planted seeds of rage that grew into Sequoias that stretched upward
to scratch his deeds into the very sky
beckoning Mom’s eyes,
demanding that she countenance his crimes.

Then, having at last seen, she might beg me for absolution.

C. Christine Fair is an associate professor within the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University. She has published poetry in the Dime Show Review and The Bark and has pieces forthcoming in Clementine Unbound and Badlands Literary Journal. She also published a short story in New Reader Magazine. Her scholarly website is christinefair.net; her blog is shortbustoparadise.wordpress.com. She tweets at cchristinefair where, for some reason, she has some 42,600 followers.