The Guatamalan Ripple
Having the right wrestling name, the recruiter had told him, would make all of the difference. Ideally, it should strike fear into the hearts of his enemies…
Having the right wrestling name, the recruiter had told him, would make all of the difference. Ideally, it should strike fear into the hearts of his enemies…
It was still there two weeks later, propped against the sugar bowl on the kitchen counter where I habitually kept awkward or obscure items of mail - and this…
Pride goaded me forward. Doubt nagged at me from the corners. Desperation kicked along a harried thought process. Fear waited patiently. “You don’t need to…
If I take one step forward down this path in the park the transparent man sitting on the bench down the way will walk up to me, offering his hand. He usually…
I stare at the mirror. My vision fails me, or the surface is too dirty. Leaning, twisting to no avail, I cannot make out my own face. Is it there? Am I here…
He picked the photo up off of his desk again and leaned back in his leather chair. The photo showed two girls, about twenty, embracing and smiling at the…
Twigs snap and leaves crackle damply under my wobbling feet. Suddenly aware of the desert dryness of my mouth. Hurts to swallow. When’d I last drink something…
There was pain. This fact was constant throughout the duration of my memory. It always harms me to recall something, usually in the general recess of my mind…
Claire smiled when she saw her son’s name on the caller ID. Today was Justin’s first day of college and he’d promised to call after his classes ended. “Hey…
Warm tears streamed down my face, as my plain black shoes crunched across the dewy grass, wet with the tears of a thousand mourners. Then I saw it. Practically…
It started slowly. It’ll end likewise. I think it likes it that way. My right hand keeps catching my eye as I write this. Stupid. When did it begin? I’m not…
I looked around me, various cogs, bolts and other mechanical equipment surrounded the entire area, the thick smell of oil flooded the streets as I gasped for…
“Something goes here.” I spoke the words aloud, but they got lost in the wind. Leaves and blades of grass flitted across my field of vision, obscuring the…
Underneath Henna’s passenger seat, there was a machete, a 38 Special, and a rusted sickle with a missing handle. Janis quietly felt the shape of each…
The little boy was playing in his sandbox, when he looked up, and saw something strange. There was a man, dressed all in black, just standing there on the…
There was a river in the middle of the Amazon jungle that is the stuff of legend. It has been said to be sacred, cursed, alien, sentient, and many other…
The clock chimed in the background as Jeffrey worked at the table writing his next greatest novel so he hoped. Life for Jeffrey wasn’t going the way he had…
My feet crunch through new snowfall, the powder muffling all other sounds. Most people find that eerie. I think it’s peacful. A crow yells at me from a nearby…
You reach for the bamboo fan. You recoil from it as the cheap thing lodges a splinter in your finger. Surprised, Lee-Berg fires her gun! The bullet hits Bill…
A twisted smile stretches across Jen Lee-Berg’s face as she levels her gun at you. Thinking quickly, your hand reaches for the first thing it can find: A pair…