Massacre by Hervé Suys

Massacre Hervé Suys The fact that the dog did not come wagging his tail when he opened the door was bizarre. It had not been his idea to bring a dog into the house, but the pressure from wife and children had become too…

The Vine Doombringer by Geoffrey C Porter

The Vine Doombringer Geoffrey C Porter The plants started out as beneficial ground cover, in vine form, choking out weeds and no need to mow.  Years passed.  I lived my life.  Ate tasty food.  Worked.  Made art. To my horror as I looked around,…

The Toothbrush Maker’s Apprentice by Victoria Mason

The Toothbrush Maker’s Apprentice Victoria Mason “Just scratch your name there.” I pause, staring at my new boss, Doctor Taylor. “It’s just formalities,” he continues. “You’ll be famous for the work you do.” “No, I—” “Apologies, I mean respected. Making a difference for humankind….

In Sunshine And In Shadow by Ed Blundell

In Sunshine And In Shadow Ed Blundell “Come on Danny Boy.” Jane lifted him off the swing. “Time to go home for tea.” “I’m not Danny Boy, I’m Adrian.” he protested. “I know darling. It’s a pet name.” She began to sing softly, as…

Sunshine Valley by Medina Jones

Sunshine Valley Medina Jones The afternoon dust had poured through the canyon, skimming over the valley’s cracked red clay, whirling around the tires of the car. A whisper drifted through the breeze, echoing across the towering rock walls. The call of the wind, desolate…

The House by crystalwizard

The House crystalwizard “I hear tell that there’s treasure hid in that old house. Gold, I heard.” Mac paused with his beer half-way to his lips and shot a sideways glance at the short, fat stranger dressed in a black velvet shirt, and grungy…

Ass Hat by Robert Stout

Ass Hat Robert Stout I sat in my comfy blue chair, listening to Jill Thompson’s weekly prattle. I took few notes. Then, mercifully, her hour was up. I gently guided her back to the lobby and asked Doris to make her another appointment. Doris…

The Keepsaker by David Batteiger

The Keepsaker David Batteiger Emily stood tip-toe on a wobbly stool, fingertips grazing the edge of something at the back of a high, dusty shelf. Straining further, the stool tilting on two legs, she urged the object closer. Her fingers wrapped around it and…