The Stabbing

…happened so fast. The black kid grabbed her purse. She stabbed him. The steel blade pierced his heart. He stumbled back a few feet and fell dead to the street. She picked up her purse and without thinking wiped the bloodied knife on his body. Forgetting where she had intended to go. She walked numbly back to her apartment, locked the door and stared blankly into…

By K. L. Shipley

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One Father's Day Like This

…downed the last of his pint of lager. He placed it down on the table and sighed in satisfaction. There was nothing quite like a few pints on a Friday night. Finishing work for the weekend was like the end of term for Ronnie, his eight year old son. The weekend stretched out in front of him like Ronnie’s summer…

By Chris Platt

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Il Fattorino

…stepped out of the dark Salford night and into the glaring white fluorescent light of the pizza shop. His mouth watered as the leaned on the counter, eyeing all the photos beside the wall-mounted menu. There was just so much to choose from. In his slightly drunk condition, he was tempted to order a couple of items. Maybe a massive pizza and a tray of donner meat on the…

By Chris Platt

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Portraits of a Young Artist in Istanbul

In nations and societies undergoing religious and generational changes, the courage of the youth may be carrying the most of the societal burden.

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…square paving stones lay in successive arcs around the steps to Taksim Park. Fanning across this broad space, they shone white in the warm…

By Gene Parola

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Stick to Driving a Truck

Elvis responded, “I drive a truck for the Crown Electric Company.” Bond…

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…sat nervously sipping a coke at a corner table with his girlfriend. He was excited to have a chance to audition as a singer with the band playing on stage. For a moment, Elvis was back in eighth grade, failing music. The only class he ever failed. His teacher told him he did not have an aptitude for singing…

By Pete Black

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1929

“1929” is the story of a man who lost his fortune in the stock market crash and with it his…

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…was not an impulsive man. He’d given it a lot of thought—his decision final. He stood atop the Savings and Exchange Bank in the financial district of Los Ange-les. The wide box toes of his oxfords suspended over the roof’s ledge. Ten stories high, with no awning to catch a leg, the sidewalk empty, there would be…

By DC Diamondopolous

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