by Sophie van Llewyn In the courtroom, the sound of what they wanted to hear was blinding. But not for me — I saw the inquisitors for what they were, children with shiny scalps, overgrown beards an…
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The Sound of One Hand Clapping
by Nan Wigington What is there to tell. Her end started here — the sizzle of the sun on the sidewalk, the crunch-pop-fizz of a late summer Saturday. My hand was in hers. She was humming. Beep, bop,…
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That Fatal Glance in the Mirror
By John Grey Youth spent. Future here, Don’t like it. Too many lines in the face. Too much gray in the hair. And your stomach’s as bloated as a volleyball. Nothing any woman would want.…
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THE DRAGON
In the corner of my eye A darting shadow A prick on my skin And a presence felt through malice The dark one The one who inserts vile images in my mind Images of death and worse When I am sad When I…
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Flash Fiction: The Rooftop
There was a corpse on the rooftop when I got home. Didn’t have enough time to question it. It was dark and the fog was thick. There was rustling in the forest of trees surrounding my home. I …
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Read Robert Louis Stevenson’s weird fable “The Yellow Paint”
“The Yellow Paint” by Robert Louis Stevenson In a certain city there lived a physician who sold yellow paint. This was of so singular a virtue that whoso was bedaubed with it from head …
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The Heretics (2017)
The Heretics is a 2017 Canadian supernatural horror film co-produced and directed by Chad Archibald (Bite; Ejecta; The Drownsman) from a screenplay by Jayme Laforest (Bite). It stars Nina Kiri, Jor…
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Eat Local (2017)
‘From the farm to the fork’ Eat Local is a 2017 British comedy horror film directed by actor Jason Flemyng (Forbidden Empire; The Bunker; From Hell) from a screenplay by Danny King. It …
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I Want Doesn’t Get
by Anne Goodwin I wanted cheesecake and a chocolate fountain but I didn’t want to pop the button on my best black skirt. I wanted a bronze plaque on a bench beside the bowling green and souvenir se…
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Bethany (2017)
‘A real American horror story’ Bethany is a 2017 American horror film produced and directed by James Cullen Bressack (Pernicious; Blood Lake; To Jennifer; 13/13/13; et al) from a screen…
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Crepitus (2017)
Crepitus is a 2017 American horror film directed by Haynze Whitmore (Asylum of Secrets: Chapter 1; Street Cleaner; Wade) from a screenplay co-written with Eddie and Sarah Renner. It stars Bill Mose…
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The Distance Between Neighbors
by Sabrina Hicks When a sold sign went up at the house across the street, I imagined the wrap-around porch sealed the deal. It sat high, fanning out like a skirt mid-waist, laced in evening light. …
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Guest Blog: The Occult World of Phillippa Schuyler by James Goodridge
The Occult World of Phillippa Schuyler by James Goodridge The circumstance was the visit of my son and his girlfriend visiting for the holidays Christmas 2016 a brutal year in the world of …
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Northwoods
Interesting and ominous, foreboding.
If you walk along the corner where Northwoods Drive meets Northwoods Street in Lake Tahoe you will see the beginning of a trail. The trail is long and winding and it goes into the woods and ends above the lake which sits in stillness. Today a rabbit is on the trail. Frightened by cars it leaves the Northwoods corner and passes the boulders and goes by the tree with carvings and hops beyond the swing and throws itself into the lake. For a minute the lake seems disturbed but blink and you’ve missed it because it’s already still again.
Breakfast Alfresco
Interesting perspective.
Last year was lean-times. Plentiful rain and warming sun nourished verdant fields of rice and millet and sugarcane. Herds of sacred cows and droves of goats grew fat with wheat and calf and kid. The farmers and their families feasted every night.
This season is better. Drought-boiled soil dries to dust, crops shrivel yellow and brown, streams run bare to bed. Starvation haunts the sacred beasts, their bodies withering to fly-swarmed leather and sun-bleached bone.
The vulture’s sharp eyes catch the stumble of another dying cow. He spreads his wings and swoops down to enjoy his breakfast.
Phil Slattery, Writer, Publisher 