Literature
The Proposal
The Proposal written by: Adelino Carbonera - It was a harsh March. In Philadelphia it was as cold as in Chicago...
The Feast of Hers
The Feast of Hers written by: MQ - When one is no longer alive but didn’t fully corrupt, when that face is stiffened...
Spotlight On Writers – Michael Danese
Spotlight On Writers Michael Danese Where do you originate from? I was born in South Philadelphia, and...
Abandoned Things
Abandoned Things written by: Dmitry Berkut - His wife left in March. Since then, Francisco had begun collecting abandoned things...
The French Warbride
The French Warbride written by: Rosella Sims - The weather was cool for Paris, a moderate temperature of only 60 degrees...
Red’s Cafe
Red’s Cafe written by: Ernie Stricsek - On most days that it wasn’t raining or too cold, Pete and Lenny would shuffle...
What Eddie Learned Today
What Eddie Learned Today written by: Roger Haydon - Those fat bellied men from out of nowhere, a mob with its angry breath fouled with hate...
Olfactory Apothecary
Olfactory Apothecary written by: Ellen Townsend - “We offer a bespoke service of aromas, made as you wait,” the perfumer said,...
Spaghetti House
Spaghetti House written by: Ed Staskus - The morning after my first night waiting tables at the New York Spaghetti House...
Come to the Cove
Come to the Cove written by: Peter Rehn - It was the seal that started it all. No, not the animal, the wax seal, red and cracked...
The Return of the Prodigal Son
The Return of the Prodigal Son written by: Varia Abramova - “A modern day Jack Kerouac,” mother says, watching Chris drop his two...
Luxury
Luxury written by: A.L. Paradiso - My extravagant pink wife is obsessed with pink anything. Most of her outfits are thoroughly pink...
Richard, Do You Remember?
Richard, Do You Remember? written by: Nick Adigu Burke - Do you remember when we were kids, living so fast we could hardly breathe...
Wardle Stuebner and the School Ma’am
Wardle Stuebner and the School Ma'am written by: David L Painter - My name’s Wardle Stuebner, and I once shared a stagecoach with the meanest schoolmarm...
