Author: Jenny Morelli Jenny Morelli is a high school English teacher from New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and cat. She’s inspired by everything she sees and loves the spin the most mundane things into fantastical tales. She is a prolific reader and writer who writes in many genres including poems, memoirs, short stories, and novels, but poetry has always been her first passion. Poetry, and her students. I fly into nothing, steered only by wind. Clouds veil my descent.
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Author: Ben D'Alessio Ben D’Alessio is the author of four novels, several short stories, and a sundry assortment of musings. He’s also a legal services attorney in New Jersey and podcast co-host for The Reckless Musecast. You can find his work at www.bendalessio.com content warning: contains mentions of violence /sh We had done it. We created Paradise, Valhalla, Nirvana. Here on Earth, we fabricated Heaven. Ad Infinitum Inc., or ∞, as it was stylized, had reticulated the folds of human consciousness into an uploadable server we named the Macro-consciousness Enveloper, or ME.
Author: BT Dulin BT. Dulin is a Fiction Writer who lives in Kuwait and has always loved to travel, to see new places and people. His first short story was published in The Story Pub, and he has an ever-growing short story collection that is seeking a home. He is going to retire in Morocco. It was a beautiful day. Little white clouds drifted lazily across a perfect blue sky. Emily could smell the summer grass as the breeze blew through the open window. She sat in the back of her parent’s car and was bored already. Pouting with her arms folded across her chest, she let out a petulant sigh.
“Where are we going?” Author: Ben Davies Ben Davies is a writer based in San Anselmo, California. Originally from the UK, Ben has had articles published in magazines including Huck, Lost and The International Times. He is currently finishing his debut novel, A Question of England. An Eye for an Eye is part of an interlinked short story collection detailing murder, class feuds, parenthood, arson, forgiveness and love. They explore what happens when justice is taken into your own hands, and ultimately, what it means to be human. content warning: brief mention of SA In Mayan culture they believe in the ancient saying “an eye for eye” and after a blue-eyed tourist was raped at a place called “the lake” in Guatemala, they hung the guy who did it in the street for all to see.
I’d never heard of Mayan’s or Guatemala even, but that’s what Matty Lawrence told me as we stacked shelves at the Co-op one Saturday morning for £6.26 an hour. Author: Geoffrey Marshall Geoffrey Marshall is a writer in Aurora, Canada. His work can be found on Idle Ink, the Kaidankai podcast, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, as well as the MoonPark Review and a few other places. His novella Flyover Country (published by Alien Buddha Press) is available on Amazon and upcoming work will also appear in Schlock!, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Dark Horses/Black Sheep and the Kaidankai podcast. Find him on twitter @g_k_marshall. The baby didn’t cry. At first. A chill crept in, nestling itself around the basket on the doorstep. A short, sharp shock and the overhead light flickered and died. Folds of darkness slithered close on stealthy steps and caressed his florid cheeky face. A sparse, choking cry was at last drawn from his lips. No soothing mother appeared and more cries followed on the heels of the first.
The doorstep remained dark, the nearby alley, empty. Cars could be heard a block or two away, their beating metal hearts thrumming. Author: Doug Jacquier Doug Jacquier writes from the Fleurieu Peninsula in South Australia. His poems and stories have been published in Australia, the US, the UK, Canada, New Zealand and India. He blogs at Six Crooked Highways Adam’s nights had become increasingly apocalyptic. His nightmares always began with the occasional tympanic drop on his ear drum but the pelting storm of pellet-sized raindrops soon progressed beyond the comfort of a drought breaking on a tin roof. It was more like the cacophony of being duct-taped to the amps at an AC-DC concert, punctuated by thunderclaps of Biblical proportions and the sound effects of a cyclone.
Author: A. R. Tivadar A. R. Tivadar is a hobby writer from Romania and a graduate of the University of Oradea. She has been published in underscore_magazine, the Aurum Journal and Disturb the Universe Magazine. She also has self-published stories on kobo.com. twitter: @artivadar instagram: @a.r.tivadar She was about to snap a photograph of the glittering lights the Sun created on the water surface, when a school of sardines passed in front of her, blocking the view. Mar snarled her lip and swam back inside her home.
She did manage to take some nice pictures that day. Of her friends, of the algae pushed about in the currents, of the many shades of red and orange cast by the Sun above the water’s surface. The water of the Mediterranean Sea was warm all year round. Pen pals from the Pacific Depths claimed it was unbearable, but Mar felt fine. Her parents warned her not to swim too close to the surface so as to not burn herself. The Sun was still scorching hot. Author: Imo Scrimger Imo Scrimger is a Canadian writer living in the UK completing an MFA in Creative Writing. By day they edit videos and by night they write short horror and speculative fiction stories. They are currently working on their first full length novel. My mother loves to talk about her daughter, the astronaut. She will proudly say that her daughter is the commander of a ship and goes into space all the time. I have tried to explain to her that I’m really more like a bus driver. I’m also not going into space that much lately. Newer tour companies offer more extensive experiences now. If you have your suit license, they actually let you walk around out there. Nobody wants to just drive by the moon anymore. But my mother won’t hear it. Her daughter goes to space, and that’s still amazing to her.
Author: Huina Zheng Huina Zheng holds a M.A. in English Studies degree and has worked as college essay coach. Her stories were published in Baltimore Review, Variant Literature, Midway Journal, Tint Journal, and other journals. She lives in Guangzhou, China with her husband and a daughter. My nine-year-old daughter Kitten returned from school and said, “Mom, my classmates really dislike Teacher Xu. Today, many boys rebelled.”
“Rebelled?” “Yes. When Teacher Xu turned around to write on the blackboard, some boys stood up and made contemptuous or uncivilized gestures at her.” “What gestures?” She showed me, with her left hand across her chest and her right hand waving up and down on her left. She added, “You only do this to your enemies, which shows you despise that person. The uncivilized gesture is the middle finger.” Author: Pawel Markiewicz Paul Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haikus as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetry in many magazines. He writes in English and German In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered some mushrooms such as the red-capped scaber stalks-fungi, a boletus rufus and a good foxy bolete. In dear Druids´s soul: a joy of butterflies.
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