All the Bullets are Silver

B.F. Jones

Isabelle’s admissions portfolio is nearly ready. Brooke has the family narrative, the test scores, and the letters of recommendation. These came from Isabelle’s godmother, who runs a marketing firm, and from their pastor at First Presbyterian.

Power

Katie Moynagh

My parents always referred to Ireland as ‘home’. I took that to heart and thought we were home, not understanding this was just a holiday. And being home in Dublin, meant we also had to travel down to my mum’s hometown, Enniscorthy, and visit the relatives there.

Ride

Joe Struvallo

That Friday night, for all that came later, was a blur until Samantha drunkenly slammed his door.

Episode 10: “The Owls of Olivewood”

Clay Waters

If you were going about your normal day, how many owls would you need to see before you thought something was wrong?

HONEYMOON

Zak Cowell

They pulled up in their rented red convertible to 76 Achlys Cove. Morgan let out a gasp.

The Long Ones

Ryan Van Ells

Cason had never been to the wall before. It was busier than he expected: hundreds of sweaty and starving men crammed together in front of a screen and speaker all jostling to get to the front as if that made it more likely that their number would get called.

If It’s Black, Fight Back

Sébastien Sacré

It’s easy to love horror movies when you haven’t experienced one yourself. That’s it. That’s my opinion...

My Brother's Keeper

Bailey Young

There were pieces of the walls scattered across the floor like confetti. The room smelled like bile and two scared animals. He had been watching August as he lay unconscious on the floor. August was far from well. He wouldn’t stop rolling his head across the concrete in the

Eldritch Care

B.L. Daniels

Jerry lay in his bed, staring up at dusty white ceiling panels. The first light of morning shone through large rectangular windows, muted by yellowed curtains. He drew in a deep breath, tasting the mild odor of disinfectant in the air. “Another day in paradise.” He sighed. He’d never

A Handful of Flies

Ray Yanek

Marty flinched under his covers when the door slammed out in the living room, but that slamming door, followed by the muffled cries of his mom, meant that it was over. The curse words, the yelling, the breaking of things, it was over.