Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica by Ben Nardolilli His voice was sore, but he did not know it yet. As far as he could tell, Lowell’s problems were restricted to other familiar symptoms of a rough night. His head and feet both hurt. His stomach felt sick with emptiness. These he knew how to deal with. He was also sure he knew...

Missionary Position

Missionary Position  By John Wesick   “You want something, Mr. Terry?” The braless Indian girl moved closer to the table, and the corner lifted the hemline of her tattered, silver dress even higher. “A line for me and my amigo.” Terry placed a few ten-thousand-peso notes on the table and slid them...

Hero for Hire

By Milo James Fowler              It’s like a new car or a girlfriend. Sometimes you really want something, and you want it so bad, you know your life will be ultimately complete once you get it. Well, that’s how much I’ve always wanted a Samurai sword. Blame it on Akira Kurosawa or Tom Cruise,...

The Shredding

  By Myron Hardy There were three visiting hours left. My sister dropped me off at the house and turned right back in the direction of the hospital, and I wondered if Dad had wanted me to stay the whole time.  It was hard for him to stay awake for us. He needed rest, to heal, but those were my...

Splitting Lanes

by Dylan Tanous At two in the afternoon, Ford Levy found himself at the top of a pair of brick steps outside of Perry Goldstone’s home on North Rexford Drive. Waiting in the wake of the chiming doorbell, he craned his neck and peered past the glass panel: sexless, sterilized, and manicured to the point of...

The Limit

Part II (Click here for Part I) by J. Scott Hardin Aaron stared at the receiver in disbelief.  She was so irrational, there was almost no dealing with it.  Still, he had to.  He had resolved that he would stand by his son, no matter the price So he noticed that on the ground by his feet, the package had...