RECORD OF THE SAINT PETER FACILITY By ZF Sigurdson photo by Ethan Daniels I pray for the soul who finds this record. I’m only writing it for my own sake and the hope no one finds this or the… Continue Reading
By Dean King Ned parked his rattle-trap pickup at the end of the guardrail, making sure to pull over as far as possible onto the shoulder of the road. The county sheriffs wouldn’t hassle him for leaving his… Continue Reading
Claire Fitzpatrick It occurred to Thomas as he veered from the main road and drove slowly into the cul-de-sac, that he had made a big mistake. He’d bought the old house without inspecting it, planning to turn it… Continue Reading
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