When The Mud Dries

By Bob Callaci “I can’t believe that it’s come to this,” thought Jesse Lee. “I’m gonna die in this shithole, alone, with no one to

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Ghost Tracks

by Duane Pesice The muted swish of cymbals hisses from a speaker in the corner of a darkened room. A small red light winks in

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LEAVE

by Darren White Tear this cage away from me, Take my hand and save me. I am locked inside of me, There is no

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Spring Cleaning

by Harper J. Cole  One fine April morning, Antimony Jackson tripped over the collection of stuffed animals that cluttered her hallway. ‘Bother it,’ she

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Like Snuffing Out a Candle

by Benjamin Cook: Eight days I’ve been travelling with the Pasaw’ri, now. Eight days. I’ve given them everything they asked for and more. Rifles.

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