Premonition Beneath the queasy clenching of my stomach, it’s there. It sits there brewing in the acids, under partially digested lunch. I don’t remember lunch; somehow it blended into a blurry afterthought and—maybe I should fix myself something to eat. I can’t recall eating anything, but I get the funny feeling I might be …
It was impossible for Ezzy to remember a time without the Grandfather and the Grandmother. He was so little during those confusing, menacing years of the Second World War; the grandparents an abstract concept lodged in a faraway, terrifying realm. After the war he and his younger sister, Deborah, were presented with a grandmother, a …
A Shadow of the Night by Benjamim João Luís June, 1998, in the neighbourhood of Munhava, a controversial and peripheral neighbourhood of the second capital of Mozambique, a country of beautiful beaches, cultural diversity, gastronomy that warms and enchants the soul, linguistic diversity, beautiful muses dressed in Capulana and their faces painted with Musiro …
Flintstones Land Mom and Dad fight the whole way from California. They fight about which way to turn and where to go. They fight about when to eat and they fight about us kids causing a ruckus. Mom gets mad because Dad always likes to take the long way. Dad uses a Thomas Guide, which …
PORTIONS by Richard Klin February was the month that made the least sense. By February the newness of winter had long expired, the seasons’s few pleasurable attributes replaced with a general weariness over the cold weather; the snow now mostly half-melted, much of it covered in dirt and detritus, purely a hindrance that served …
Read the Intro, Part 1 & Part 2 of The MisAdventures of Chris Siders. *** After class weeks later, I decide to visit some friends in Yarrow Hall. When I get inside, I see Philip and our friend Darius shooting each other with Nerf guns. They are jumping over couches in the lobby sweating their asses off, …
Read the Intro & Part 1 of The MisAdventures of Chris Siders. *** “Hey Chris, how are you doing? I made some cupcakes for you and your roommates.” “Oh thanks. I appreciate it.” I say while taking a cupcake off the tray. “Mhmm, this is good! Philip and Derek aren’t here. You can leave …
Read the Intro to the series. *** “I thought you were dead,” is the first thing one of my college roommates, Philip, nonchalantly says to me after I finish putting all my stuff from my parents’ car on my side of the room. “Uh…why you thought I was dead?” “I added you on Facebook a …
“Man, I don’t even know what we’re doin here. We ain’t got time for you to get yo dick wet.” Javier Morales didn’t stop walking or turn around to acknowledge his partner whining, he led the other man around a cinderblock wall and found an ugly patio with a gaggle of women in robes and …
Forward Originally, upon creating this series of short stories in 2017 under the title, Something About September, I intended to talk about my personal struggles surrounding communication as a black man in college in a comedic way. The purpose was and still is to give young black students stories to resonate with as they embark …
Read parts 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 *** The catwalks above the engines were well hidden in the darkness. Scientists and engineers scurried about far below around the heart of the dimensional rifts, not a security guard to be seen in their inner sanctum. The shimmering purple light emanating from engines washed over Jed and Hexlia, …
Marie Chen did not enjoy life in the psychiatric ward. The events of the day leading up to now were rather fuzzy in her mind. A suicide attempt, a bumpy ambulance ride, nothing much of it remained in her memory beyond the vague notion that it was her that had experienced those things. And so …
“Are you going to sit there with that dumb look on your face all day, or are you gonna talk?” She absent-mindedly twirled the blade around. “May I remind you this is Byaz’s territory and intruders frequently go missing. And you look like you’re from the Center, prettyboy. So what’re you doing down in the …
(Read Part 1) * The next day, Jed couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “What’re you grinning about, you dullard?” Kyl barked at him. “I’m getting married,” Jed beamed at his supervisor. “Oh, well…congratulations,” Kyl muttered gruffly. “That artist Kino right? Well, tell him I might commission something from him…as an early wedding gift.” …
Nest Egg Publications, Inc. The first half of his long drive to work was full of twists and turns. A few minutes on one road, a few minutes on another. He cleaved to these twists and turns, apprehensive that an unaware moment, one easy directional error, would send him into a winding, confusing labyrinth. Throughout …
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