Category: Fiction
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Margot Morgana by J.S. Apsley
I peered in the fortune teller’s window, not knowing or expecting what may lie inside. Aside from lilac, sun-faded curtains and a garish tree made from costume jewelery and crystals, there was not much to see in the little display; if one could see anything past the dirt. I took…
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Fry’ Em by Colleen Halupa
This fictional story is based on the life of Dwight Frye, the Hollywood actor who played Renfield in the 1931 original Dracula movie with Bela Lugosi, various roles in Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein and numerous others with Boris Karloff, as well as the movie The Vampire Bat. This…
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The Vampire Marjorie by Lee Cheeseman
The problem with Brown, the thing that got me into this situation in the first place, is that everyone there sucks. Brown was the only Ivy I applied to, much to my parents’ chagrin, because I knew it was the only one I actually wanted to go to. It…
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The Magic of Butterflies by Jim Bates
In the instant before Annie passed away, her Fairy God Mother came to her and held her hand. In the instant after she breathed her final breath, her Fairy God Mother held her to her bosom and said, “Welcome, my dear. Welcome home.” Annie looked at the kindly lady…
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Letter for Mia by Louisa Prince
Six months had passed since Denise had called Mia, her only surviving child. She smirked, the image of a small redhead with unruly curls, her jaw set in a pout and tiny fists clenched “No dress mummy … I hate dresses.” An hour of coaxing, whispering gentle words…
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The Third Wonder of the World by Jeffrey Hantover
My grandfather was the last of the freak hunters. In his younger days he traveled the world to find for circus and carnival sideshows the “Peerless Prodigies of Physical Phenomena & Marvelous Living Human Curiosities.” For a man who left school at fourteen to join a traveling carnival he had…
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Moving on by Abigail Martin
I have mentioned you twice so far in this conversation, neither time by name. The first time was when I talked about the script for a play you directed. The second time was when I brought up a Leonard Cohen vinyl I got for my brother when you and I…
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Cats Shouldn’t Be That Big by Trevor Gay
The cat arrived at approximately 5:07 that Tuesday evening. Stalks of wheat, normally static or singing softly in the breeze, parted and revealed two green, dinnerplate-sized eyes. The aging farmer leaned forward in his rocking chair. The gnarled wood pressed against his iron hands. The farmer had never seen bears…
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Boxes in Burlington by Mike Dwyer
When Sheila Worth came to work that Monday morning wearing a corrugated cardboard box and little else, it brought barely a hint of the commotion to come. We were, after all, inside a Burlington, WI, Packaging Corporation of America plant, where hulking machines crank out thousands of boxes daily. We…