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  • Roulette – Eneida Alcalde

    As his twin sister counted aloud, six-year-old Mikey McGee crept up the rickety stairs, careful to not make any squeaks that might give away his next hiding spot. Upon reaching the attic,…
  • Here At The Esplanade – Dr. Irving A. Greenfield

    It was moving day for Roy and Nina Caster. All of the rooms in apartment 5L at 50 Battery Place were empty. The moving men had done their work efficiently. Roy went…
  • Salted Tongue – Jessica Simmons

    Mary was sitting in a yellow three-seater boat with Beth and Steve in the depths of the Salina Turda salt mines in Romania. This was their last chance to go, as they…
  • Original Sin – Sankar Chatterjee

    Ms. Beth Myers, a third-year university student from the east coast was enjoying her spring-break with friends in sunny Florida.  After a few days, she started to feel bored in her daily…
  • Chases – Ariadne Wolf

    He chases her through time. Here a scrap of ribbon, yellow like her hair. Here a petal, here the smell of garlic. Or of leaves crunched underfoot, grieving their own deaths. He…
  • Granny In The Forest – Ariadne Wolf

    I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid, am I? I am. I? When they turn you into a rabbit fleeing down a hole in the ground, there you remain for…
  • The Secret Garden – Kassie Shanafelt

    Fairy godmothers are everywhere. In fact, there is probably a fairy godmother somewhere within every woman. They don’t always appear singing a song or wrapped in equal parts layers and wrinkles, but…
  • Nineteen – Alice Wilson

    The sun sets as he rides in the back of his father’s car, headphones on. Nineteen minutes past six. Clair de Lune plays in his ears. Always a favourite of his. The…

  • On the inside – Alice Wilson

    It was November and the city within the city was silent. The people were using the winter’s violent bite as an excuse to stay indoors, safe from the fake outside. But there…

  • Leftovers – Nina Schuyler

    A tray of leftover drum sticks, mashed potatoes and a pencil drawing of a nude woman—this is what I find sitting on the hallway rug of the hotel room next to mine.…