We step out into the warm night. The humid sea air is filled with smells of Mumbai street food and coconut. Your eyes are filled with wonder.
A street urchin sells me a lovely red bouquet of roses. I offer it to you. A card drops. “RIP Anna,” it reads.
Pratibha Kelapure is a real person who lives in an imaginary world. She intends to update her blog soon.
Chewy sniffed his master’s leg before biting it. Who could blame him? He was a hungry dog. His master beat him more often than he fed him.
His master could not beat Chewy now for biting him. All he could do was keep lying on the floor, feeding his dog.
Chris Griglack was born and raised in Massachusetts where he has lived for 23 years. He graduated from the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth in 2012 with a degree in Writing, Rhetoric, and Communications.
A man convulses in the grass, fire licking at his nerves. The pain is exquisite but familiar. He grinds his teeth to stay quiet. When his molars crack, he bites his tongue. Clothes split over gorging muscles.
Under the light of a full moon, a wolf convulses in the grass.
Niccolo Skill is an author of flash and micro fiction. He currently lives in his home state of New York, where he attends Paul Smith’s College.
A cold draft hugged my form as I made my way to the door. The house was wiped clean. Even the spare toothbrush he used to use, gone.
I watched him drive away, more bemused than saddened. I would have given him everything.
But Andreas only ever wanted my shoes.
Deepa is a full-time writer in India who occasionally gets to write for herself.
God said, “I give you life!”
The Devil said: “I want more than life!”
Then the sin of pride sent the demon
tumbling like crooked dice
down the stairway to heaven.
One question the Devil still asks:
“Did I fall or was I pushed?”
The fight to know consumes him.
Fred Zackel teaches literature at Bowling Green State University in Ohio. He is the author of COCAINE AND BLUE EYES and MURDER IN WAIKIKI, and these and other writings are available on Kindle.
“Do you feel like you are crazy?” she said with a brief pause.
When all she got was a look, she continued, “Because I do. All these people around me talk about things no one cares about. They go from work to home and back again. How is that living?”
Miranda Thomason lives at the southern tip of the Appalachian Mountains. After completing the novel On the Mercy of the World, Miranda is writing short stories.
My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds, over and over.
I could only read his lips from that distance but I knew what he was saying.
I love you, he said. Her smile said the same.
I wanted to turn it off. I couldn’t. Instead, I stared.
Katie studied screenwriting and fiction writing in college and hopes to one day pursue her MFA in creative writing. She currently guest blogs for Grads.Co.UK and runs a travel business. Her work has or will be appearing in Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt and Prospective Journal. She currently lives in North Carolina. You can find her blog here: http://writingandwanderlust.wordpress.com/
“We’re at apogee in five, four, three, two, one.”
The booster fired, then the engines; a sustained burn using half the remaining fuel.
“Systems are one niner zero and holding.”
Ahead, the gas giant started to swallow its moon, soon to be left behind again.
“Roger, and… Wait! What is…”
Stuart Turnbull is a feckless no-gooder with a tendency to fantasize. He mainly cares for the house, and occasionally writes a story or two.
“Hand it over,” he snarls again, the gun still leveled at me.
I stand firm, gripping the briefcase, a defiant smirk on my face. “No.” I can tell the gun is not loaded.
BLAM! Blood, a burning in my shoulder. The briefcase drops to the ground.
I’ve been wrong before.
Chris Burdett is a husband, father, writer, photographer, and college English instructor who lives in Loganville, GA.
I maintain a special, discreet, bed and breakfast.
You are provided with an elegant room with a fantastic view, and access to my amazing collection of prize dogs and cats.
If you’re a pet lover, while away a pleasant evening with these beautiful animals.
Then in the morning, you’re breakfast.
Joe Malone is living in a mud hut in South Sudan. Read more from him athttp://joem18b.wordpress.com/.