By Faith J Forster ‘I bought a Cadillac,’ Wilson hollers over the phone. He overwhelms me with talk about his newly acquired car. He’s gone mad, I decide and collapse flat on my back to pedal my legs in the air. A thing I do to get in a few seconds of fitness while attached … Continue reading Brake Neck Speeds
A Photograph of the Lobotomy Room in One of the Abandoned Buildings of Pilgrim State Hospital
By Peter J. Dellolio They performed hundreds of lobotomies especially during the 1940s when Doctor Freemanpromoted this new procedure that was supposed torestore mental and spiritual tranquility see where they strapped them in? therewas a special set of head restraints twoassistants stood on either side of the patientabout to be transported into emotional well-beingthe once … Continue reading A Photograph of the Lobotomy Room in One of the Abandoned Buildings of Pilgrim State Hospital
May Microfiction Contest: Gold Winner: “Breadcrumbs” by Scott Tierney
The two noble mountaineers, weighed down by their leathers and hoods and frost-encrusted beards, were less than an arm's reach apart and within touching distance of the summit; yet the brutal, howling, all-engulfing blizzard made both distances seem insurmountable. “Victor!” Dudley screamed over the torrent of snow, both his voice and parched lips cracking with … Continue reading May Microfiction Contest: Gold Winner: “Breadcrumbs” by Scott Tierney
May Microfiction Contest: Silver Winner: “The Vampire Child” by Oliver Kleyer
When the vampire hunter finally managed to break open the door and enter the tomb, the vampires had already abandoned it. Coffins were overturned; lids fallen to the floor. The hunter looked around. It seemed like there was nothing to do for him here anymore. Then he saw something move behind a coffin. Slowly, he … Continue reading May Microfiction Contest: Silver Winner: “The Vampire Child” by Oliver Kleyer
May Microfiction Contest: Bronze Winner: “Under the Moonglade” by Jacob Young
On the beach, we dreamed of our remains. In a millennium, would they find them? Would they find the ash moon in the sand where a fire once singed the peach fuzz on our cheeks, when we made believe we were troglodytes, our beer bottles wedged in dunes? They could trace our steps along the … Continue reading May Microfiction Contest: Bronze Winner: “Under the Moonglade” by Jacob Young
The planet of two Suns
By Erni-Szakács Szilárd I tossed the room key card to the receptionist. He caught it swiftly. „I hope you slept well," he told me without any intention. I shot him a glare. After the morning swim, a dull ache still wandered through my bones, like an echo of the night spent in a bed harder … Continue reading The planet of two Suns
A Love Etched in Time
By Michael Neville Tell me you’re rich…Tell me you’re poor…Tell me where you live…I’ll knock on your door…Smile at me…I’ll smile at you…Hold onto my hand …And I’ll hold on to you…Show me your love…And I’ll show you mine….Look deep into my heart…Love is what you will find…Love is what you will find…Tell me you … Continue reading A Love Etched in Time
Needy Email
By Ben Macnair Hello, valued customer,we see you haven’t opened your last three emails.Is there something wrong?We value your custom,we really do,Is there something wrong?We would like your feedback.Your custom means so much to us.We really need your custom.We know our service is rather niche,only useful for influencers, and the noveau riche.Is there something wrong?Your … Continue reading Needy Email
Memories of Spring
By K. P. S. Plaha I am followed by a host of memories,Memories of you; like spring's breezeOn my skin: a rousing tease.I was deeply alone when I met you.Never thought I'd meet someone and yet youChanged my life so I can never forget you.Yes, I want to turn around, back again,Bring you along so … Continue reading Memories of Spring
An Empty Box
By D. Marie Fitzgerald An Empty Box appeared in A Perfect World published by One Spirit Press My brother was sent away to military schoolwhen he was in fourth grade.A nun told my motherthat military school wouldcure his stuttering.Sixty plus years laterhe still stutters.His first year at St. Catherine’she hid an empty box of Valentine’s … Continue reading An Empty Box
Academy of the Heart And Mind 