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LS SHARROW: Revenge

December 13, 2013Adventure, Submissionsbad boss, cheating, Drama, LS SharrowTim

Monday morning sun shines through office windows. She puts down the phone with a Cheshire grin.

He stands over her; his toupee’s lopsided, cologne reeking. “Can’t keep making typos, Jones.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry’s not enough.”

“I’ll try harder.” She suppresses her grimace, knowing she’s just told his wife about his mistress.


L.S. Sharrow lives in Chicago and has published short stories in The Renaissance Court 2012 Anthology and in Fifty Word Stories. She is currently working on a novella, and has recently submitted two other short stories for publication.

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MICHAEL LYONS: Gene

December 12, 2013Odd, Submissionsephemeral, eternity, forever, Michael Lyons, strange, weirdTim

Gene paces back and forth. He thinks to himself, “How has it come to this? Look at this beautiful scenery… What am I doing?” He feels the pain again. It’s like chronic hunger.

Silence. More eerie silence. Suddenly, a splash like no other. The ripples emanate into eternity.

The never-end.


Michael Lyons is a trier.

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HARRY DEMAREST: Stormhenge

December 11, 2013Amusing, Submissionsfunny, Harry Demarest, Stonehenge, weather control machineTim

It was never intended to be an astronomical observatory or a place where Druids worshipped their gods.

It was supposed to control the weather.

It should have worked.

But it’s hard for workers to follow plans when writing hasn’t been invented and engineering drawings are lines scratched in the dirt.


Harry Demarest has kept a detailed revision list for this story since he wrote its first draft in December 2012.

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LB THOMAS: Helpful Apparition

December 10, 2013Adventure, Odd, Submissionscreepy, ghost, horror, LB Thomas, monsterTim

Wake up! It’s coming for you. Leave quickly, through the window if you can.

A slimy tentacle forces its way under your door. It wraps itself around your leg as you try to run.

You’re pulled through the door, down the hallway, into the basement.

I tried to warn you.


LB Thomas lives in Montana and owns a Tennessee Walker treeing coonhound named Zumbi. His work has been featured in Every Day Fiction and Flashes in the Dark.

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B LEE DRAPER: Loss of a Trophy

December 9, 2013Amusing, SubmissionsB Lee Draper, funny, priorities, science fiction, UFOTim

“A UFO!” screeched Becky Turner. “Outside the chem lab!”

We peered through the dusty glass. The silver dish took up the entire quadrangle, having landed on the basketball team judging from the lanky legs protruding crookedly.

Acne McGee grimaced. “I had money on those guys winning the trophy this year.”


B Lee Draper is a teacher and aspiring author. She dreams of one day owning a chocolate-coated vineyard.

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ALEXANDER SCOTCHFIELD: Siren

December 6, 2013Adventure, SubmissionsAlexander Scotchfield, alone, apocalypse, child, tragedyTim

Even here in the basement, I still hear the siren wailing in the distance. Mom went with the others to make sure it was safe outside for me.

I’m nine, ten next month, so I wanted to come, but she told me to wait.

That was yesterday.

Where is everyone?


Alexander Scotchfield is a Canadian academic and software developer. He lives in Southern Ontario with his family, including Ulysses, his late night feline writing companion. When he isn’t writing, he can be found writing games, or running in the cool evening hours. See more at scotchfield.com/.

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KRYSTYNA FEDOSEJEVS: Autumn Drive

December 5, 2013Amusing, Submissions, Touchingautumn, car, fall, Krystyna Fedosejevs, love, twistTim

He took her for a drive in the countryside, down a gravel road, past forests of red maples and golden oaks. Fading sunshine cast elongated shadows.

No one spoke.

He stopped the car, got out, and looked into her large, illuminated eyes.

“Still the prettiest coupe I know,” he said.


Krystyna Fedosejevs writes poetry, short stories and Flash Fiction. She has had several poems and flash fiction stories published. She is stationed in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, although she loves to travel around the world.

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CONNELL WAYNE REGNER: A Hard-Boiled Romance

December 4, 2013Adventure, SubmissionsConnell Wayne Regner, detective, femme fatale, gun fight, kill, shootTim

Hot metal ripped through warm flesh and I shuddered and sank to the ground. Her beautiful steely blue eyes stared mockingly at me.

“That’s your last shot!” I warned.

She smiled and blew me a kiss with those sultry red lips of hers and said, “No sweetie, the last straw.”


Connell Wayne Regner was inspired by Chris Griglack’s “femme fatale” in Love At Last SIght. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.

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ALEXANDER KEY: A Question

December 3, 2013Poetry, SubmissionsAlexander Key, love, marriage, poem, proposalTim

Underneath the tall trees.
A cool and soothing summer breeze,
A blanket spread on fresh-cut blades of grass

“Our love is strong and steady
So I suspect you may already
Know exactly what I want to ask?”

Bird songs foreshadow reverie
“My everlasting love, my sweetheart, will you marry me?”


Alexander Key teaches high school whenever the moon and stars are in perfect alignment.

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MEGHA NAYAR: Making Peace

December 2, 2013Adventure, SubmissionsMegha Nayar, murder, psychopath, revenge, violenceTim

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.

Alive. Smiling.

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.

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