To Be a Villain by Leigh Cameron

By Guest Author

“Listen, man, I’m not who you think I am.” Thinking back, I wonder if that came out wrong? “Blaming me isn’t going to bring your family back.” Yeah, still wrong. Maybe worse. ▶

Discontinuo by Maude Larke

By Guest Author

Everyone knew that the couple vibrated as one bowed string. They believed the rumors about both of them straddling the sounding instruments to get their clits twanging. ▶

A Shade Green by Connley Landers

By Guest Author

It rained frogs on January 1, 2012. “Charles, it’s a hell of a story for any aspiring writer!” Dad said. ▶

Word Gets Around by Paul Beckman

By Guest Author

My Aunt Tess is allergic to everything. She belongs to an organization of other people who are also allergic to everything. ▶

Booga-booga by Alex Bentley

By Guest Author

You stay behind to get revenge, or absolution, or something, then bam! Afterlife with an open bar, right? ▶

Shadows by Jo Bramley

By Guest Author

There’s a shiver ripping through you and that old childish voice you keep in your head appears, ‘Those shadows aren’t very friendly.’ ▶

Azaleas by Keith Rebec

By Guest Author

Sharon’s mother had seen Lee Harvey Oswald again. He floated in her garden tub, belly-up and naked, with only a white T-shirt on. ▶

Close Encounters of the Christmas Kind by Nick B.

By Guest Author

“Where are we?” the kids asked.

“I honestly don’t know,” I replied. “But at least we can stretch our legs and you two can do whatever it is you need to do.” ▶

Double Date by Jeremy Quinn

By Guest Author

The afternoon sun was beating down through the the sunroof of Kristen’s Jeep. The suburban streets were quiet, and it felt like they were the only people in the world. Ricky was thankful they weren’t, though. Kira, the girl he loved, was waiting for them at Lake Castaic along with Kristen’s date, Dan. ▶

Act I Scene I by Maude Larke

By Guest Author

There she had sat – spilled beans, spilled guts, nowhere near ready to see it as spilled milk – on Julie / Karen’s couch, doubled up like a diver with the bends – come up, come out too soon – and waiting for one of Karen’s combat boots to stomp on her toes. ▶