Stories from
October, 2014

She dreamt of her future child, a marine biologist, on Valentine’s Day. Three days later, a future disappointment left her fallopian tube.

Monica Wang is a spinster from Vancouver, Canada. She collects sea glass and teacups in her spare time.

He felt a glimmer of belated hope when she hurled the bouquet. But it fell at the feet of the bridesmaids, who still clutched their rifles.

Noel Sloboda applies himself to obscure arts, mostly in Pennsylvania.

Flies found the potato salad. The iced tea was watery and warm. The batteries wore out before the seventh inning. I don’t miss you anymore.

Greg Bowers lives and teaches in Columbia, Missouri.

Lost in the narrative arc is the last time I said her name not like an errant hammerhead to thumb, the nail crooked as a blister.

J. Bradley lives at

“Follow the rainbow to the pot of gold,” a woman said to herself as she waited for a car under the neon lights.

John Siebelink is a college student. He has been an aspiring writer for 20 years.