Quotidian Bagatelle “Hey Suck-O-Matic 3000! Finished cleaning Home Depot’s bathrooms?” his twin, Ash, taunted from the stove, filling the pasta pot with his hose-hand. Continue reading

Fairfield Scribes: Fat raindrops ricochet off the princess cut diamond and splash onto his bent knee. Thunder fills the gulf between us, drowning my reply in the belly-rattling boom. His friends and family huddle under twinkle lights. The wind tears… Continue reading

Neon&Smoke: The snow started in Sylvia’s living room on Christmas morning. The first flake landed on the arm of her overstuffed recliner, balancing for a breath before melting into the brown polyester. She snatched the handset from the rotary phone… Continue reading

Rat Bag: Ma​​rty shifted on the sidewalk, intentionally bumping the woman wearing a ridiculous tartan cloak and lace bonnet. His jaw clenched at the carolers’ off-key rendition of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” He’d only ventured out on Christmas Eve for… Continue reading

Defenestration: Dude, how many brownies did we eat?” Snake’s languid voice drawled from behind him. Matt pulled himself to his feet and took in the surroundings. He was behind the long glass counter filled with knives, axes, and other metal… Continue reading

Moonflake Review: The morning the world imploded, Jolie Lunn’s mom made cinnamon buns. She was sliding them from the oven when Jolie and her best friend Amber emerged from her bedroom giggling.  Continue reading

Wildscape: Metaphors are failing me. The ups and downs of a rollercoaster, the chaos and resettling of a snow globe, the horror of a worm burrowing through your apple. Continue reading