April 2019 | Fiction
Fiction
Maybe
February/March 2019
Eastern Bluebird
Winterguide 2019 | view this story as a .pdf By Bruce Pratt When I heard Tommy Hibbert’s raspy, rhythmic taunt, “Look who…waits for Eastern Blue…to join the crew…it’s Lazy Pru,” I dropped my skis and ducked for the snowball. I dodged the first, but the second grazed...
On Island
November 2018
From a New Two-Act Play
Red Leaf
October 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By Morgan Callan Rogers The Halloween wind is bullying a fallen red leaf stuck in a crack between two rocks in a stone wall located across the street. So far, it refuses to be blown away, and I admire its tenacity. I’m in the...
Dogman Lie
By Dan Domench | view story as a .pdf My father’s a liar. Ask him any question and he looks at you blankly while searching his brain for the best horseshit he can muster. Then he starts right in on you. Take this Sunday morning in the townhouse where I grew up on a...
The Talk
July/August 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By Gibson Fay-leblanc Kate was a devoted women’s studies major with long hair that seemed to have a color and life of its own. A brown built from gold and rust and fresh-dug earth. She raised money to put a rape whistle in...
The Return of the Native
Summerguide 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By Jason Brown 1979 • Grandma appeared on the porch with her paints and her corgi, Emma. I sat upright with my prop, a book I wasn’t reading, and Grandma worked on her painting of me. Inside the front cover of the book,...
The Pickup Artist
May 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By Hank Garfield I work at the State Fair, in the parking area on the infield of the track. It’s a boring job, but it’s only two weeks of the year, and besides, an artist can always find a way to make even the most tedious tasks...
Jill & The King
April 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By John Manderino It was spring, with puddles. The one in the alley behind the dry cleaners was a bottomless pit. Not really. But that’s what this boy in my class, Anthony Calvano, tried to tell me. I was walking home from school...
The Mystery of the Mystery Meat Sandwiches or The Secret of the Old Picnic Basket or The Clue in the Checkered Napkin
Nancy Drew and her chums, Bess and George, clambered out of the blue roadster. Bess’ eyes sparkled. George’s eyes twinkled. “Let’s go!” Nancy exclaimed exclamatorily with an exclamation point.
The Tell-Tale Togo or The Vanishing Picnic or WOLVES!
February/March 2018 | view this story as a .pdf By Joan Connor Where was Togo? And where was the picnic basket? The chums huddled together under the old oak. Suddenly barking and yipping cut the air. “Wolves,” Bess stammered. No namby-pamby, our feisty girl detective...
