Greg Turlock is a published poet, author and photographer. His credits include âRivers of Lifeâ, award-winning poem from the 2019 Lieutenant Governor of Alberta Arts Awards,...
The Unkind Rewind by Gabriel Tuggle When I was a kid, Blockbuster sat up the street about two hundred yards from school. It was the...
“Alone on New Years” by Robert P. Ottone Julianâs girlfriend left early in the evening on New Yearâs Eve. She was working the second of a...
“Hanging By A Thread” By Charles Rainey Gaspard Boucher died at midnightâas my death list prophesized with full accuracy, so much so that under the bold...
Lucille pulled into the station just in the nick of time. The hood of her Buick erupted in smoke as the scent of burnt motor...
Warning, make sure you read PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, and PART 4 before continuing⊠âMom⊠donât you smell it?â I whispered, my voice cracking in anger. She...
Day 17 The sound of the police siren was the loudest thing Dani had heard in weeks, louder than the explosions she had heard on the...
Warning, make sure you read PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3 before continuing⊠The ride was hard, even with the adrenaline pulsing through my veins...
“I Am Your Madeline” by Meghan Robins Emily awoke with the sun on her face, a sweet muskiness on her sheets and the sound of the...
Day 17 Edgar entered the stock room, following after the girl pushing the cart. The stockroom was darker than the store was, and it took a...
Day 17 The “office” was just a small box of a room, not built into the original construction of the pharmacy but rather a prefabricated addition....
I re-read that because I really donât have nice eyes. My eyes are globs of slung mud and gravel on two cracked plates, yellowed by age...
Joe Roald sat at the bar, staring at the local church through the window. The signboard read a simple, chilling message: IRIS ELLEN MEMORIAL Sept. 4,...
Mom was in the garden. Louis could hear her humming to herself as she puttered her way through the flower bed. She was taking off the...
âFuck you.â Michelle left the break room and wandered towards the perfume stand. It was Calvin Klein today. Yesterday, it was some sort of celebrity...
âAlright, Jenny. Are you ready for your Christmas present?â Mom asked. âYes, yes Iâm ready!â Jenny cried, jumping up and down in place. âYouâve got to...
He coughed again and the woman in front of him turned around again, like clockwork, face pinched but empty. She never said anything, but her eyes...
Billy placed the red plate of sparking sugar crystal covered cookies at Santaâs feet. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon and cloves almost covered up the...
The night the snowstorm hit was the fifth day that ten-year-old William Feldson had been tortured by a sinister yard decoration. Outside was the blow mold...
âSeriously, youâre an arsehole,â Kate cuts in behind me, watching me with Subject 205. âNo, no!â I exclaim, half-disappointed that she didnât congratulate me on my...