By Amir Ghazi Opening his mailbox on his way home from school was the most exciting event of this rottenly cold, late November day in the innocuous life of Allen. He took the parcel and shoved the letter… Continue Reading
By Matt Hawkins Mr. Green’s head appeared in the doorway of the Pro Shop. “Bring a cart around, Quint. The gentleman is waiting.” “Yes Mr. Green.” Quint crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, tucked half of his shirt… Continue Reading
By Matt Hawkins David Wheeler stood at the corner of William and Flinders and squinted up into the rain. People in dark suits with dark umbrellas scurried past the trunks of buildings. Traffic lights glowed dimly, as if… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell What happened next was quite a story. Whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were in over our heads and needed help. I suggested calling Steven’s mom since it was the easiest solution to… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell I woke up the next morning. Horatio stood in front of my bed with his hands behind his back. I made a fist. I was pretty sure my heart almost shattered from yet another unfortunate Horatio… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell The honking of a car horn woke me up sometime later. Horatio was driving, and I was in the front passenger seat. Black draped the night sky as the shiny texture of the moon glowed, which… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell I had been at the institution for a week when I decided to play the piano in the common room during my free time, which was one the advantage over prison. Because I at least wasn’t… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell Horatio didn’t wait to be invited into the office. I couldn’t say I was surprised, though. He never respected boundaries, which was evident by him always hovering behind my door. “What is she doing here?” Horatio… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I did something dangerous later in the evening, and followed Horatio through the woods. It all started a few minutes earlier when I got this tingling sensation in my stomach that something was wrong.… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock Trying to kill me was a new low for Horatio since I could have died in the fire. Although there was no way he set fire to the shed. He might have been demented.… Continue Reading