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Commotio Cordis

Commotio Cordis

by | Dec 31, 2014 | L, Leah Eburne, Short Story

It wasn’t the constant low hum of anxiety but the driving that allowed Thane only to snatch sleep in fits as they traveled. Sef held his knee under the steering wheel, not so much driving as allowing their old Toyota to drift easy through the torrent, letting the rain...
Dying In The Time

Dying In The Time

by | Dec 24, 2014 | C, Cheryl Anne Gardner, Short Story

The old man sat there in his tatty armchair, raw knuckles gripping threadbare tight. After a few rounds fresh from the still, he’d gotten himself all fired up about the whole damned mess. “But that’s another story,” he said and then yelled, “No, woman!” He just wanted...
I’m Just Saying

I’m Just Saying

by | Dec 18, 2014 | C, Christopher Davis, Short Story

After a botched liquor store robbery, a small import car sped away in the rain from an all-night market. Surprisingly, at this hour, there were still a lot of people out on the streets of the city. +++++“That was fucking sick man,” Timmy Owen said, high on meth and...
There’s something about Fiona

There’s something about Fiona

by | Dec 4, 2014 | D, Don Herald, Short Story

Looking out through the grease streaked window of The Diner, Fiona watched the silver Mercedes wagon come to a stop in front of Andre’s Yoga studio. As was her habit, the bitch slid effortlessly out of the car and stood for a few moments beside the door. When she was...