A Day in the Life of an Assyrian Soldier William Wolford

I woke up this morning to a sunless sky. Today is a raid day. I felt the need to get up early so I could mentally prepare myself to slaughter hundreds of innocent people. For some reason, I always get nervous on raid days. Performance anxiety, I suppose.

 

Aesop's Journey Through the Twilight Zone Ben Loory

Aesop was wandering along one evening, just a little after dinner, when suddenly he noticed something strange had happened-- the whole world had disappeared. He looked around-- up, down, everywhere-- but all there was, was gray. So Aesop sat down on a nearby piece of nothing, and started writing to pass the time.

 

An Eventful Night at the Wench Christopher J. Jacobsmeyer

It was a quiet night at The Screaming Wench and Aimee was grateful. As proprietor of the tavern and inn, she had not seen a break in many nights. With business booming the way it had been, she would soon be able to afford to take a week off and head for the hills for a much needed respite.

 

Blood Treasure Kristin Aune

Leo entered a dreary looking town, one that looked like it had been abandoned for centuries. He walked down an alleyway, but stopped dead in his tracks at the gruesome sight that lay before him. He cringed as he saw a dragon-like beast chomping on a bloodied head; the torn up body was not too far behind.

 

Dies Ater Draconis David Hardy

Tribune Marcus Flavius Arrianus studied the sweep of the steppe in front of him. It was open ground with next to nothing in the way of brush of trees, good for steam cavalry. That is if they didn't bog down in mud.

 

Earthbound Exile Jasmine Giacomo

In the throat of the cave, Aerynn jabbed at a diminutive fire with her fire-stick, its end blackened and tempered by repeated use. The pathetic pyramid of wood collapsed in on itself, and the fire nearly snuffed out.

 

Kill Switch Luke Laupheimer

I was the only customer in that greasy spoon Metro Diner to make any noise. It was either late night or early morning, and I didn't care which. I had more important things to worry about, like the end of the world.

 

 Magnify Joshua Scribner

“I was supposed to tell you something, but I don't remember what it was,” said Kelly. She was blonde, had the energy of youth. Doctor Starnick Snaggle, clinical psychologist, usually considered her a decent receptionist.

 

NightmareWilliam Wolford   *Poetry*

 

Poetic Sensibilities John A. Ward

"Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt." He barked it out like a cold-blooded killer, but I could see his fingers shaking on the pistol grip. He also left the slide safety on. I just kept writing.

 

The Spirit Board Gerry Tancreda

Strange things happen to other people, not to me. That has all changed now. My doctor tells me that there is a fine line between sane and insane. I think they are both the same. What do you think?

 

Survey, in Depth Robert Laughlin

Marjorie answered the phone in the living room. “Herb's still at work and I got home early. It's just you and me, cutie.”

 

The Ninth Floor Christopher J. Jacobsmeyer

You know that feeling you get when you're half asleep and you're just out of it? That's the feeling I've been having my entire life. Well, what I can remember of it, anyway. Me and everyone else in this Godforsaken building.

 

The Sky is Never the Limit Joseph D. Di Lella

“Read them and weep, gentlemen,” the youngest of the five space shuttle astronauts said proudly to his shipmates in the brightly colored recreation room located a mile and a half from the launch site on Cape Canaveral. “Kings over jacks.”

 

Untitled I Walk Michael Lee Johnson  *Poetry*

 (Psychiatric Assessment)

Romancing the House Michael C. Pennington

I climbed the porch steps, shifted my shopping bag and fumbled with my keys just before dark. My chest had that familiar ache, I wanted to lie down and rest for awhile. Before the little spooks came trick or treating at my door.

Facing Fears Rick McQuiston

Tara checked her watch, three fifty- one p.m. glared back at her. Confident in the fact that she was early she allowed herself to relax for the first time in days. Dr. Everth was a highly respected psychologist and Tara was certain he was helping her in many ways.

Aunt Cora Elliot Richard Dorfman

When Patrick Hershey became eighteen, he was released from a drab residential facility in Upstate New York for orphaned boys.

Silver Screen Graeme Reynolds

 Rachel flicked open the lighter and brought the ornate cigarette holder up to her lips. The glow from the flame caused flickering shadows to play across her face, deepening the lines until they formed a pattern of deep furrows around her eyes and brow.

A Lack of Breeding Oonah V Joslin

I usually ended up taking the blame even though I'd done nothing wrong and that was because Marta, my twin always fell into Selena Brown's traps and then burst into tears when accused. I couldn't bear to see her upset and I'm much more robust so…

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