Hell Hath No Fury by Vanessa Horn
“Why here?” Chloe asked doubtfully. “Why your Granddad’s shed?
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“Why here?” Chloe asked doubtfully. “Why your Granddad’s shed?
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Continue readingSozou-Kyrkou Konstantina is a Greek writer living in Athens but writing in English. She has studied Literature and holds an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University
Continue readingMarijke writes a monthly story for us. She write our segment Stories in Africa, and her stories will some day become a novel. For now please enjoy them, we are honored to have her work on our site
Continue readingA phantom moon crested against the billowed clouds riding the wake of the storm’s ebbing rage. I crouched, shivering as the moon shed light but no warmth in my temporary shelter
Continue reading“It’s October 30th,” warned Connor McCann. “Don’t go out alone tonight.”
Continue readingIt was the nameless hour between evening and night. Darkness was threatening to descend upon the frenzied market. Everyone walked with a purpose
Continue readingThe finishings on the vertical planes of the hotel’s interior. An inexpensive or moderately priced paint has been used here in the corridor, a light beige. Its smooth appearance
Continue readingHe is a gentle, erudite septuagenarian whose ideas of casual attire means removing his jacket and tie on a hot and humid summer day. He spends the day of the move from a smallholding to a secured housing complex
Continue reading“Picked her up last week at Lincoln Mall. She’s hot, man!”
Continue readingBlood. Sticky, shiny, wet. Brazen red. I blink and the desperation rises in my chest. I cannot clear the bold scarlet puddle from my eyes, it proceeds like a relentless festering floodwater.
Continue readingJennifer by Raymond Cothern She comes limping across the yard, the alternating and uneven areas of grass and gravel, favoring
Continue readingI hated the place. It smelled of urine and old people but, when I heard he was there, I knew it was probably my last chance to face the bastard before his mind was totally gone. He was in his room with his family.
Continue readingAt first she felt free, after her husband cheated. Oddly, Vivian found herself walking through a local park in the July heat without a bra on. She simply didn’t give a damn about attire now with her stringy hair and puffy eyes. Above her in the branches of a thick oak tree, she spotted a vibrant red cardinal.
Continue readingGypsy Jazz Suparnaa Sinha Dutta It seemed that even the sun was in a not very conducive mood and had
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