Bobby

He steps back and gazes at the stadium. It is a muddle of colors and sounds and it does not help him concentrate. He spits. He bites his tongue and stares at the pitcher.

Fog

Fog. It swallowed them, dusting a light coating of moisture on their muskets and boots and knuckles.

The Widowmaker

Paul Barrington had always considered himself to be a child of the sea...

A Life in a Page

by Kellia Moore Her father was an army officer—tall, respectable, quiet.  He wore a fedora and was good at his job.  Her mother was something else entirely.  She was an illegitimate beauty—half Czechoslovakian and half French—and her eyes and the corners of her mouth always betrayed a spark of something glinting merrily beneath the surface.  Marrying her was not a prudent move for the ma

Put On The Brakes

His cold despair turned to burning hope as his fingers brushed the hood and a glimmer of candy apple red gleamed from beneath the dust where his fingers had trailed.

5 AM

Keeping Secrets

by Adam J. Whitlatch She's staring at me across the table with those guilty eyes, and I can already tell my evening is ruined; suddenly this pizza sitting between us doesn't seem quite so appetizing anymore.  After a couple false starts she finally manages to find her voice (although shaky and nervous) and after I reassure her that she can tell me anything says, "I love you... and I don't think

The Scarab

“AH! Bloody hell!” Screamed Reginald as he quickly pulled his foot from the boot. Something fell out and scurried to a dark corner.

In Hell

Flash fiction by Joseph Grant

Payback

Flash fiction by Joseph Grant