He watches his wife sleep. She lies on her side on their Egyptian cotton sheets, a half-smile dancing on her lips.

He sighs and drives home.

Mathew Loudon writes.

Joey pushes Katie near the monkey bars. Fists clenched, he inflates his chest like his father and shouts, “How many times have I told you?”

Jennifer Foley likes to read and write well past decent bedtimes.

“Try the wine.”

She took a sip, noticed the ring, went to use the restroom. Twenty minutes later, he realized she wasn’t coming back.

Robert Hanley will keep writing until they make him stop.

Goblins aren’t people, but creatures bred for evil.  So you can’t blame us for killing their men, nor what we then did with their women.

Sean Vivier cannot be summarized in a tweet.

Six years since they last saw each other. Seven since they last kissed. Under bitter New York twilight, déjà vu struck like lightning.

R. Alexander Woodend is a writer/editor/translator and graduate of Franklin & Marshall College and Columbia University.

The base of her skin graft is silk: when the nerves throb, she pictures it—ribbons in the wind, a river flowing beneath the shallow scar.

Austin Eichelberger completed his MA in Fiction in May 2009. He is co-founding editor of the online journal SPACES.

One day, He turned off the Sun, put the planets back in the box, stored them with the rest, and left to play in a different galaxy.

Iulian Ionescu is a Fiction Writer, Fantasy & Sci/Fi fanatic, Web Programmer, Free Thinker, Blogger and Social Media Geek.

The invention of the universal translator was overshadowed by the cries of babies for their fading past-life memories.

@kaolinfire writes #twitfic sporadically as @q8p.

I think of her often, not because I miss her, but because the last time I saw her was the last time anyone saw her. And that changes things.

Foster Trecost is from New Orleans. His stories follow his attention span: sometimes short, and sometimes very short.

Today was okay. I call up my in-progress file s_note.DOC and edit some, add a reference to Mom, add “very” to the end bit: “so very sorry.”

Daniel Galef writes when he isn’t reading.