Nick’s hometown is missing. Where are silent evening streets, where he cruised in his Subaru and listened to oldies?
Cars roar, faces consumed by exhaust.
Where are the small shops, sizzling with pizza and cigarettes? Easily walkable blocks?
Skyscrapers rise, proud monsters.
Nick wanders, denying, not ready to bury home.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. His stories are forthcoming or have been published in Café Lit, Mad Swirl, and Ariel Chart, among others.
She was a classic beauty, no question. Poets adored her aloof smile, her grace and mystery, and some thought they knew her, but her secrets were masked behind a reflective melancholy. Even with age she retained a certain elegance, though her glory days were over. She was sinking. Arrivederci, Venice.
Marilyn McFarlane is the author of several travel guidebooks. These days she focuses on 50 word stories, haiku poetry, and occasional essays. And she’s working on a mystery novel. It looks good so far; we shall see.
Her lip curled like a snake on Medusa’s head—curled as if to say someone who still lived in our hometown couldn’t possibly allude to Greek mythology.
She’d had her hair done at some city salon, and she dared to insult me on my home turf at the Piggly Wiggly.
Alison Yong is the office manager of a cemetery in Boston, Massachusetts. She may be the only presenter in the history of the world to have her recorded speech at the Harvard Graduate School of Education censored for filth. She loves green tea lemonade.
The square is wild. Thousands upon thousands are moving, a restless, heaving mass of laughing humanity running under a darkened autumn sky. Red-yellow-blue neon arches over the West End, a domed canopy of electrifying energy. No jungle of a million years’ duration ever matched this complexity.
This is London Town.
Peter Li-ping is a city-dweller who feels both nervous and relaxed in the concrete jungle. Peter thinks that to feel only one thing whilst in London would be pretty weird.
We’re here. Town. The solution to our problems.
Ma and Pa described it as a place where everything is painted bright colours, everybody smiles all the time, and the streets are all paved. It sounded like heaven.
But the jolting of the wagon wheels over the cobblestones feels decidedly unheavenlike.
This story is based on a title suggested by Cody Bernal.
Dr. Snyder was a proud papa: his android, A.L.Y.S., was leaving the lab to join human society.
To him, she was the most amazing thing he had ever created.
He tearfully sent her on her way, only to watch her stop ten feet later to talk to a parking meter.
This is the seventh in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
Just before dusk, the sun crept up to the horizon. He stealthily surveyed the dark but bustling city laid out before him.
The sun sprang forward, dashing across the sky at breakneck speed and vanishing on the other side.
If he was lucky, no one would notice he’d been late.