Kellie figured that she should probably be put away for the safety of everyone.
She noticed how cheap the lawyer’s tie looked.
As the judge turned to read her judgment, Kellie undid the lock on her handcuffs. She eyed the guard’s pistol in the holster,
and moved to grab it.
Mark Konik is from Newcastle, Australia. He write short stories and plays.
I didn’t object when Mom took me to the shrink. I’m a good son.
I answered all his questions truthfully.
The doctor told Mom it’s worrisome, my playing with fire and torturing small animals.
I reassured her. Those are symptoms for small boys. They don’t apply now that I’m forty.
Paul Lees-Haley used to be a psychologist and will be again when they let him out. His work has appeared in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, The Alabama Writers Conclave’s Alalitcom, Voices, G/C/T, Hypertrophic Literary, CoEvolution Quarterly, Trial, Spectrum, and numerous psychological and legal journals and magazines.
She’d been screaming, calling out. He’d no way of knowing how long. Maybe all day. She’d stopped when the front door slammed shut behind him.
The house was silent now. He stood and listened, as if for signs someone had heard.
Satisfied they hadn’t, he headed down into the cellar.
Nick Pullen lives in England, plays the horses and watches the fights.
I want tiny singers like Mothra had.
They would accompany me invisibly and appear at crucial moments in my life, with their haunting angelic voices twining together, lifting to the heavens, bringing down a meteoric rain of fire and stone upon my enemies, and then gently singing me to sleep.
Kenny A. Chaffin
writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction, and has published in a variety of magazines. He grew up in southern Oklahoma and now lives in Denver, CO, where he works hard to make enough of a living to support two cats, numerous wild birds, and a bevy of squirrels.
She tossed sleeplessly all night, shooting his skull off. In her head, he was dead thirty times.
The next morning she ran down the road to where their mansion stood. She waited until he showed up at the window.
She huffed back home and pulled out the knife.
Megha Nayar is a 26-year old Communications professional from India, who has forever loved and lived for the written word. She is an independent writer/editor and regularly contributes to contests, anthologies, and literary magazines. She is also currently writing her first collection of short stories.