300
/ April 6, 2011
Instantly he adds, “Forget I said that,” and endures a moment of agonizing hope until she says, “Okay.”
R. Gatwood is concise.
299
/ April 4, 2011
The purist lived high on a mountain top where no one could hear him scream.
Neila Mezynski lives in California.
298
/ April 1, 2011
The venture was risky and they had a history of screwups, but the Chance brothers—Fat, Slim, and No—decided they had nothing to lose.
Pat Tompkins writes from California.
297
/ March 30, 2011
The shirt was stained crimson like the lipstick on its collar.
James McCormick is… I give up. Is this multiple choice?
296
/ March 28, 2011
As the water rose, I started to panic. “Is this it?” I thought. “So what if it is?” followed. Confused, I turned off my sim unit.
Frank Colella is into exploring the reality we think we live in and writing.
295
/ March 25, 2011
The scientist cackled with laughter as his machine began its work. When the electricity stopped, his wife was still dead.
Justin Merchant does not condone the use of mad science for evil.
294
/ March 23, 2011
Our first date, she said her dad was killed when she was 9. I asked what he was like. I was trying to make conversation, not melt her heart.
Christian Roberts lives in California.
293
/ March 21, 2011
“I’m so happy for you” escaped through the uneven gaps of tightly shut teeth, as if trying to avoid spattering vomit across a taxi backseat.
Jay MG’s writing is lubricated with tea. She does not intend her stories to twist and deform, though they inevitably do.
292
/ March 18, 2011
He looks up at the clouds and begins to cry. She looks down to earth and begins to cry. “Why can’t you let go?” she asks.
Will Shadbolt is always dreaming up stories.