Ryan Flaherty was a lost kid. His brothers had sports, which he didn’t like so much. His father had crosswords, which were often too difficult with his limited vocabulary.When he was in seventh grade, his English teacher, young and pretty Miss Maple, assigned a reading of Carson McCullers’ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. The … Continue reading Honey Bee
Fiction
The Tracks
Feel the vibrations in the steel. The dirt around the tracks comes alive and starts dancing around Heather’s head as she balances on the right side. The grass and weeds starts shaking as if they fear for her life and she just hops from foot to foot along the pulsations. As the train nears, the … Continue reading The Tracks
Out with the Old
Another weekend, another party. That’s how the past four months of Damon’s life had gone. Being a late twenty-something in New York meant his weekends were an endless array of birthdays, engagements, book signings, readings, bachelor parties, and weddings, and frankly, it was draining on the soul.He promised himself that this weekend would be different. … Continue reading Out with the Old
The Bridge
Jebidiah Mason was just six years old when the Civil War came to an end. His momma and daddy helped to free the slaves by opening their home to those fleeing for a better life through the Underground Railroad. His brother gave his life in the war, fighting for the North and the freedom and … Continue reading The Bridge
Fura & Tena
She liked the feeling of his hand on hers because it reminded her so much of Lucho, but as he spoke his grip tightened and his fingers turned white. She tried to wriggle out of his clutch but she knew it was fruitless. “What does this have to do with me?”
He relaxed and took a long sip of his wine. “I need you to spy.”
“SPY? On Pablo Escobar?”
The Girl by the Chips
There she is. Over there, by the chips. No, not the one with the curly red hair. No, the other girl. See her there? With the—wait, what? No! I’m not talking about the girl with the navy turtleneck. Besides, who even wears turtlenecks anymore? Although there is something very ~chic~ and laid back about the … Continue reading The Girl by the Chips
Eyes.
And then I let my eyes move beneath my lids, side to side. Up and down. Back and forth and around and around around. I imagine that they’re twirling like the vertigo swirl. I imagine that they’re skating on ice and swimming in the sea.
The Morlock Arms
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October 12, 2015 – Henry
Sometimes I don’t like bedtime. When the lights go out, the blue carpet turns into the ocean, deep and dark and dangerous. It rocks and rages and sometimes I’m afraid it will sink my boat and I’ll drown and no one will ever find me.
April 20, 2015 – The Sleep Talker
“That’s not what this means,” she said. “Huh? What” he asked groggily. Did she speak or had he dreamed it? “That’s not what any of this means,” she said firmly and loudly. He rolled her over onto her back and peered at her face in the darkness, but there was a storm outside blocking any … Continue reading April 20, 2015 – The Sleep Talker
Marie Hendry 