Bombay Beach By Kendrick Lee Share Stories PART 1: THE END OF THE WORLD 1. Chan gets a little lostAfternoon. Out past hundreds of miles of natural nothing, under a blistering summer sun, long past the point Palm
Carver By Nick Young Share Stories I first met him when I was twenty-four. I remember it well—a quarter to eight in the morning, early September of the year nineteen-ninety-seven. I was fresh off the summer break after getting my
Breathtaking By Warren Benedetto Share Stories The dust storms were getting worse. People in town called them “black blizzards.” That’s exactly what they were like, too, like snowstorms made of soot and ash. One minute, the sky would be as
Anabel Lee By Paul Hilding Share Stories And so all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulcher there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. “Annabel Lee” by
Blame Rupert By Matias Travieso-Diaz Share Stories
The Strangled Road By Daniel Frears Share Stories Things were moving the right way from my point of view, and after two months of building a character the self doubt was slowly dissipating. This kind of doubt can slither in
Supernova By Jillian Laux Share Stories “Did you know that if the sun exploded we wouldn’t know for eight minutes?” I asked my father. It was September, one of those quiet days in late summer when it’s still warm outside,
Needles By Patrick Michael Denny Share Stories The phone started ringing again. Why did telemarketers insist on calling her during the last hour of sleep? Angie removed the cord from the wall but was unable to relax, her self-imposed three-week
Eldercare By Deborah Blenkhorn Share Stories NORA’S JOURNAL (1): POWER OF ATTORNEY It’s November 11. I’ve just taken my two daughters to the cenotaph ceremony in our small island community–we left the event early to obtain the snack demanded by
Connected@Panama By R.P. Singletary Share Stories Content Warning: This story contains explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. A private funeral service by invitation. The newspaper notice said it all. “Not invited?” Hal chomped. “Private. By invitation. I. Be. Damned.” Scurrying
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