By Nathan Good Image by Robsonphoto There was something unnatural living over on the golf course – at least that’s what William kept saying anyway. The problem was that he wouldn’t say anything else. When Davy managed… Continue Reading
By J. Marshall Morgan Image by Teodor Lazarev I hate missing flights, even when I do it on purpose. My stomach still churns. My hands still sweat. And my leg still bounces. But at 1:42 p.m., I watched my… Continue Reading
by Peter Emmett Naughton A portion of the wall at the side of the barn had been punched in leaving a gap just large enough for Ben to slip through. He’d only ventured into the place a handful… Continue Reading
By Dorian J. Sinnott Image by Lario Tus Berkeley Square was the darkest corner of London. It wasn’t simply that the trees shaded the streets on the edges of the park or that the street lamps never blazed… Continue Reading
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 Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock “What is going on?” Steven asked. I gritted my teeth. “It’s complicated. But I can explain everything.” Julian remained in the same position, hovering a good ten feet in the air. “There’s nothing to… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock Steven, Chace and I met in the school hallway the following Monday morning after our sleepover. I took in a deep breath, gazing at the two of them. “I’ve been thinking about it all… Continue Reading
By Chris Bedell Good girls don’t think about murderers. It was what my Social Studies teacher said when I pointed out how Americans could have been viewed as murderers when it came to the Native Americans. But that didn’t… Continue Reading
By Kathy Bryson You think your life is tough? Try turning into a hairy, snarling beast – well, sort of! The 3rd installment in The Med School series, Giovanni Joins The Werewolves, is now available! This is a tongue-in-cheek… Continue Reading
By Jack L. Bryson I’m going to eat your fucking face. Did I say that out loud? No, thank Satan. “I asked you what you wanted to eat?” My “niece” was getting impatient as she sat across the table from… Continue Reading