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Old Sea Right

Old Sea Right

admin · September 13, 2025 · 7 min read

It hadn’t been a conscious thing, the way he lost his mind. It slipped away slowly, like water draining through a crack in the hull. Somewhere along the way, he…

Pork Chops

Pork Chops

admin · September 13, 2025 · 7 min read

Although he couldn’t save his wife, Matthew said he was lucky to escape the woods. Later, it came out that, onthe first day of the hike, as he’d planned all along, he hit her on the head with a stone and pushed her off a cliff. Her body struck the…

That’s God, Emily

That’s God, Emily

admin · September 13, 2025 · 17 min read

Emily remembered long ago when her parents found her in the backyard as a child, knees in the mud, digging in the dirt with her bare hands. She looked up…

Mr Moustache

Mr Moustache

admin · September 13, 2025 · 19 min read

It could be a shed for livestock, or farm equipment; anything except kitchen supplies. The dark green paint job looks fresh, trying to blend into landscape; an attempt to appear inconspicuous.…

Screams of Lost Souls

Screams of Lost Souls

admin · September 13, 2025 · 11 min read

Our high school rose above Istanbul like a mausoleum, and its corridors steeped in mildew and silence. Every stair groaned like a coffin lid, the walls bled with forgotten mosaics…

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place

admin · September 13, 2025 · 12 min read

The front door slams downstairs. If I hear whistling, it’s dad. If not, it’s her. I count my heartbeats in my throat. The sun has started its slow descent. The…

Last Night In Central Park

Last Night In Central Park

admin · August 13, 2025 · 15 min read

Russell Hastings checked his wristwatch. It was a few minutes past eleven p.m. Central Park was cloaked in the darkness of an unseasonably warm October. He had just under seven…

Sam’s Son

Sam’s Son

admin · August 13, 2025 · 4 min read

The day Sam’s son died was also Sam’s last day of freedom. Sam’s son was named Matt. Matt was ten years old and resembled his father’s good looks with dark…

And Those Who Watch

And Those Who Watch

admin · August 13, 2025 · 20 min read

Nathan Blaustein was a short man, with narrow, seemingly inert ice blue eyes that nevertheless were penetrating. No one closely observing him as he stood mutely taking in his wife…

The Shadow and the Wolf

The Shadow and the Wolf

admin · August 13, 2025 · 5 min read

When my campfire died, the darkness rushed in to devour me like a starved hunter. Scrunching my knees to my chest, I defensively pressed my back against the trunk of…