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by Gustavo Bondoni Considering the alternatives, purgatory isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Welcome to hell, lad. Now get down!” Sir Richard tackled the newcomer, and the young man collapsed under his weight. Richard and the new arrival lay panting behind a low stone wall. The stranger struggled to get up, but the knight pinned him to the ground. “Not yet,” Sir Richard hissed. Something whipped over the wall and, humming dangerously, disappeared into the darkness behind them. by K. T. Louis When miracles decide to happen, you just can’t stop them.
It isn’t every day that a girl finds a sack full of ancient coins in a motorcycle saddlebag. My luck must be changing. Katerina Echo tossed a broad silver thaler into the air experimentally. Before she could catch it, another hand closed on the coin. “Hey!” by Malley Hayes It says it right here in my book that saints get hurt…maaaarrrrrrttyyyyyyred!
The first girl he told threw a glass of red wine on him. They were in an Italian restaurant and he was finishing his gnocchi. He dropped it on her and she bathed him in merlot. The second girl he told didn’t believe him. He told her several times, several different ways over several days. Nothing. Finally, he showed her and she sobbed, packed her stuff, garbled something about her parents never understanding and marched out, leaving him with the lease. by Tom Greene It turns out shift work is quite lucrative after all.
The smell from the trunk of Mr. D’s car first caught my attention, metallic and earthy, like the blood meal used for fertilizer. I was making the rounds on the parking level of the Burke office tower where I work. That’s when I smelled the butcher-shop odor from the back of Mr. D’s Lincoln. I went to my office and got the coat hanger. Mr. D’s car is in perfect condition, glossy black and leather seats. But it’s still an old Detroit gunboat, so it was easy to slip the bent wire tip under the trunk rim and pop the latch. The stink that came out was enough to make you gag. What I saw there made me think it was lucky for Mr. D. that I knew what I was looking at, because most people would have called the cops right then. by J. J. Daniels Scary how this works…what you feed grows. Very scary.
It was born of innovation and creativity, out of man’s innate nature to have, hold, and control. Birthed through thought, time, blood, and sweat, it initially emerged as an object of intrigue. However, such an unusual and unique creature quickly became a precious commodity. Its creators were diverse in culture, philosophy, and belief, but they were all equally human and therefore fallible. Its inevitable inception would prove a tremendous accomplishment for mankind, seemingly paving a path of hope and promise. However, when it opened its emerald eyes on the sixth day of its creation, it remained weak and nameless. by Kevin R. Doyle Sisterly love can only go so far.
“We really should leave.” Lucy stood at the window, her hand parting the curtains, and looked into the night. Not moving from the bed, Diane deliberately kept her head turned away from the window. “So leave,” she said after a long pause. Her face reflecting crimson, Lucy continued staring outside as she replied. |
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