“Where All The Deadbeats Go” by Jenni Chavis I roll over and stretch. A drop of water lands on my forehead. My mind is thick with...
Hello again, everyone! I’m Shane and I’m glad to be back writing my own content after a hiatus. I love card games. I mean, I REALLY...
“The Haskell Playhouse” by Taylor Roth A playhouse was commissioned for little Lucy Haskell for her fifth birthday but she never got to play in it...
The Art of Denny Marshall
“The River” by Matthew Penwell “This place is beautiful,” Roger said. “I spent a lot of time here when I was a kid. It was,”...
“Way Up High” by Nick Dunkenstein Nick Dunkenstein, currently located in northern Florida is an artist of vast capabilities. Her medias extending from photography, to paint,...
“Strzyga” by Tabatha Jenkins The halfhearted glow of the bathroom light pushed the veil of darkness into the corners of the room so that she could...
“Hoard” by Brianna Ferguson I cherish no illusions that this account will find me alive when the sun finally does come up, but I must write...
“Hunting Season” by Nick Roberts Barren McNeil had always been good with a gun. Ever since he was eight years old and his father took him...
“Just for Laughs” by Liam Moran I swear when I told Pretty-boy Pete this, he nearly lost his shit. My dad’s all stern—he’s got...
Low Pressure by Martin Toman Phillip drove without thinking. He looked squarely ahead at the strip of bitumen, a single carriageway heading away from the small...
Before I start beaming about the existence of a Morbius movie, or rattle on about the origins of this Amazing Friend* of Spider-Man’s, here’s the trailer:...
Army Men Around the House by Gareth McGorman Gareth McGorman is a scale modeler living in Toronto who commands a small army of 1:35 scale soldiers....
The Thing In The Bell Tower by Alex Taylor I knew it was no tornado that brought Ashland to the dust. Despite what I heard,...
Filthy streets, neon lights and drugs These three things combine to create a mental image of a dark, miserable future. Blade Runner offered it to us...
“Wherever You Go, There You Are” by Kelli Allen Wherever you go, there you are -“Where I lay my head is home.” –L. Ulrich and J....
Beach House by Jack Wildern I lay in bed listening to the wind push itself through the walls. As if the bricks have holes in them....