By J. S. O'Keefe

Claudia once told me she splashed cold water on her face twice a day to prevent wrinkles. "Ice cold," she said. "I buy cleansed water from Mobile."

I didn’t

By James R. Coffey

My duties couldn't have been simpler: Lock the entrances after the last performance, walk the building to make certain all the inside doors are secure, direct the

By Michael T. Schaper

“Uh oh,” the cockroach said quietly, caught humming Bowie’s Space Oddity song to itself.

The astronaut, just come back in from his latest

By R. Khosrowshahi

It’s all up to you.

You’re completely responsible for your life on the land.

You are the rotation.

Awesome

By Sean Licciardi

The bumblebee arrived on a Tuesday with the urgency of a messenger convinced that kingdoms rose and fell according to punctual hovering.

She struck the glass

By James Peel

“There, Mr. Braxton.” Nurse Bowser set the cable aside and handed him a cup of tea.

“So I just press the start icon?”

“When everything’s ready,

By Katie Kotulak

The boat slows as it approaches the bridge and, for a moment, Percy worries the sails won’t clear the underside. But of course, they fit; they’d have come out this way.

By Carolyn Galbraith

Well, hello! No, don’t apologise, I wasn’t startled at all. You caught me working, but I’m always working. This sort of place keeps you busy.

Let me show

By Joseph Sullivan

Quickdraw Sam, the most notorious outlaw in the Wild West, had escaped from jail once again. He had pulled off a brazen plan, starting a riot among the prisoners,

By Jacob Seinemeier

When it comes time for a cowboy to eat his horse, he knows it. 

It was somethin’ Felix contemplated often in some of his lower moments, but every time

By Ramprasath Rengasamy

“The original diamond from millions of years ago had a small pocket of water trapped inside. That water is not present in either of these, sir,” Yajan said,

By Richard A Shury

‘Oh, they’re lovely,’ Connie said to me after the children had gone to bed. We sat at my mahogany dining table and sipped a sweet, white port. ‘So cute, and so

By Michael and Helga Kretchet

The first programs you created were raw and weighty, like all your tools. Created manually, interpreted mentally. You feared they would dispel your memory,

By Olivia Hibbitt

She waited. 

Images from outside rolled across the mirror embedded in the ceiling.

The man climbed as they always did, huffing and haughty, blood