“So… I hear you are God.”
“By God, I am God!”
“And the president?”
“I shall descend on Friday.”
“But that is the twelfth imam!”
“I am him as well.”
“How?”
“One is all, and all is one.”
“I see. Congratulations! You have qualified for the position of supreme leader.”
Hedieh hails from Tehran, Iran. “I live to readjust eyeballs!” said the aspiring poet.
“Even though you saw your errant husband cremated you still think he’s here in your kitchen?”
“Yes,” she said, regulating the hob and studying the egg timer. “He was always running off when we were married, but now he’s in here so I can keep a close eye on him.”
Stuart is a chartered psychologist, and was mental health expert for XL for Men magazine. He writes plays, poems, and stories. http://stuartlarner.blogspot.com/. He is a cricket enthusiast in North Yorkshire, UK. His latest ebook “Guile and Spin” is available on Amazon.
Said I’d grow up, even sell the car. Met with that guy from the bar, the one with the wad of cash. But she thinks I skipped out on her and my baby girl.
He had a passion for whiskey and bloodlust. I’d never leave my girls, but he made me.
Emily Ramser is a high school author living part-time between North Carolina and California. She’s been published in a few small online journals such as Vox Poetica and Spinozablue. Her story Sins of Murder will be published in Wolf Craft Anthology this coming fall as well.
I bought a pretzel at a pretzel stand. The guy behind the counter told me they were addictive.
I went back later that week but I didn’t have any money. I robbed the man at gunpoint and took all his pretzels.
I ate them all at home. The shaking stopped.
John has interests that range from guitars to the Incredible Hulk. He was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri.
The youth stomped in disjointed unison through the crowded shopping complex. They had their target in their sights and wouldn’t relent until they had done what they had set out to do.
She was scared.
Running from the hooded gang, she stopped, and was cornered.
“Miss, you forgot your handbag.”
Lewis Cole is an English author who writes leisurely . He aims to improve his writing abilities with practice. His work can be found at http://coleshideyhole.blogspot.co.uk.
Did you ever just stare up at the night sky? Jeez, it’s beautiful.
I wish my girl was here, I really do.
They were mouthing off, I told ’em to go to hell. Big mistake.
The stars are getting blurry.
I don’t wanna be found with tears in my eyes.
Simon is a voice over artist and short story writer based in London, England.
He and she became they on a warm and gentle autumn afternoon. They were lucky it wasn’t raining.
Dressed in black and white, surrounded by fax machines, computers, televisions, all close friends in their lives, they beeped in love when the minister told the laptop he could plug the printer.
Alex Grover is a third-year student at Rowan University. He has been published in Outrageous Fortune, Postcard Shorts, Trapeze Magazine, and Linguistic Erosion. He is editor-in-chief of Yorick Magazine, an online venture he began with Cody Steinhauer in 2011.
Dad’s swollen suitcase sat in the back corner of his room. I saw it as I walked past his door.
He said he had to work; he’d be home late.
Say hi to your mistress, I thought. It was my birthday. And the last time he walked through that door.
Sara lives in Texas with her boyfriend, cat, and turtle. She is about to start work as a staff attorney for a non-profit law firm. Writing has always been her favorite way to convey information and inspire ideas. Now that law school is out of the way, she is thrilled to be able to spend time writing fiction. Sara has short stories forthcoming from Eunoia Review and Wicked Industries in the near future.
The kid was the complete package: speed, size, common sense, even keel. He couldn’t miss.
Then he developed the worst case of hemorrhoids they’d ever seen and could never recover his edge.
“The most outstanding prospect we’ve ever had, ruined by piles, for Pete’s sake,” the GM blabbed after six martinis.
Gary Clifton, forty years a Federal officer, has an M.S. from Abilene Christian University and has short fiction pieces published in Spinetingler, Broadkill Review, Yellow Mama, and Dumb Butt Mag.
During his first week without her, Kaid blew through fifty dollars’ worth of Taco Bell and three wasted girls.
The second week, he ate his weight in Cheetos and spoke to no one.
The third week, however, he consumed nothing but realization and guilt, nursing a stomachache catalyzed by time.
Corinne currently resides in Ohio, where she refuses to get a “real job” and prefers to spend her time dancing in the street and giving free massages.