Through Windows

Through Windows by Michael Owen Fisher 6 FEB 2009 Iain is washing up when a light comes on across the quadrangle. He sees a smudge of movement in the window opposite him and reaches for his glasses. A young woman is clasping a towel to her chest. Iain drops to the floor, scurries on all fours across the...

Collide

Collide By Kate Lu When Liam propped himself up on one elbow and said, “Ellie, I think it’s about time I met your parents,” I knew I was in trouble. It had been midmorning last Saturday, and like every other Saturday morning that we’d spent together for as long as we had been dating, Liam and...

Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica by Ben Nardolilli His voice was sore, but he did not know it yet. As far as he could tell, Lowell’s problems were restricted to other familiar symptoms of a rough night. His head and feet both hurt. His stomach felt sick with emptiness. These he knew how to deal with. He was also sure he knew...

Missionary Position

Missionary Position  By John Wesick   “You want something, Mr. Terry?” The braless Indian girl moved closer to the table, and the corner lifted the hemline of her tattered, silver dress even higher. “A line for me and my amigo.” Terry placed a few ten-thousand-peso notes on the table and slid them...

Hero for Hire

By Milo James Fowler              It’s like a new car or a girlfriend. Sometimes you really want something, and you want it so bad, you know your life will be ultimately complete once you get it. Well, that’s how much I’ve always wanted a Samurai sword. Blame it on Akira Kurosawa or Tom Cruise,...

The Shredding

  By Myron Hardy There were three visiting hours left. My sister dropped me off at the house and turned right back in the direction of the hospital, and I wondered if Dad had wanted me to stay the whole time.  It was hard for him to stay awake for us. He needed rest, to heal, but those were my...