Night Train by John C. Mannone

Night Train John c. Mannone Clouds paled yellow—a lutescence of insect wings— before the swarm of wind shook the sky. The weather radio crackled, hissed its tornado warning while sunlight waned behind the thickening darkness. Only a moment ago, the quiet Midwest air didn’t…

A special announcement from John C. Mannone

I am delighted to be the recipient of the 2017 Horror Writers Association Scholarship. (The announcement of winners is found here: http://horrorscholarships.com/2017-scholarship-winners/). The $2500 prize is for approved spending on education-related activities that aids me in the perfection of my craft, especially in my…

Marbles by John C. Mannone

Marbles John C. Mannone My solar system is a mobile of marbles circling the sun. But not any simple sun like all the others bending space and time. Here, space-time warps right back. Each time the red dwarf flares, light loops into another dimension,…

Happy Hour at Drake’s Lounge by John C. Mannone

Happy Hour at Drake’s Lounge John C. Mannone

Waterworld by John C. Mannone

Waterworld John C. Mannone      We shall not cease from exploration      And the end of all our exploring      Will be to arrive where we started      And know the place for the first time.                    —T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets   Twilight air, thin.      Sun, setting…

Hunting by John C. Mannone

Hunting John C. Mannone He was always a farmer, but now the ground is too hard to till—cracked clay, starved for rain, a wilderness he did not expect. His wife pregnant with twins (she just knew). Hunger gnaws their bellies, regret refluxes their throats….

Yellow Spiders by John C. Mannone

Yellow Spiders John C. Mannone I hid from the sky yellowed with the rotting sun, and from bombs exploding behind the cumulonimbus. My heart shattered anyway shrapneling troops, tattering uniforms:              the blue and the gray. Young bones, pierced in the carnage, escaped through…

Matthew’s Diary by John C. Mannone

Matthew’s Diary John C. Mannone Matthew tosses in his sleep, sits up on the rumpled canvas in his wedge-tent, and cradles his face. He stares into the crevices of the dark corner. The moon throws his lanky shadow on the other wall; he is…

Pharaoh’s Eye by John C. Mannone

Pharaoh’s Eye John C. Mannone Sacrilege. Intrusion into Egyptian chambers, looting the relics: rubies, emeralds, gold scepters, the king’s sarcophagus.           No one’s watching but the scarabs that scurry down the stone maze of passageways now choking with sand falling as rain. Darkness closes in,…

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a Fish by John C. Mannone

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a FishJohn C. Mannone You, in that black cocktail dress,red heels stiletto-ing floor. Legs,sinuous in the ballroom. We embrace,       my hands on the arch of your back. Outside, salt water sings. Beckons.Caribbean air mists its magic over…