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Quit Horsing Around
by Susan Duffield-Lodge From the moment our eyes met I knew in my heart that he was the one. I’d never been a believer in love at first sight. Until now. Destiny can be funny like that; sneaking up on you when you least expect it—one of those magical, memorable moments when love gently taps you on the shoulder. I was immediately transfixed by the sheer beauty and magnificence of him as he began slowly ambling toward me. I found myself assessing his physical bearing from afar—
Susan Duffield-Lodge
11 hours ago
Almost a Schrödinger
by Anne M. Carson His cat is both alive, hovering at the moment of simultaneity, and also dead. The cartoon vet puts a sympathetic hand on the client’s shoulder, says, “About your cat Mr Schrödinger, I have good news and bad news.” My cat wasn’t dead and alive, but in two places at once, almost a Schrödinger cat. One version of Charlie was hiding from the new cat sitter, safe in the cupboard at home. The other was in hospital comforting me. Doped up with opiods, my calves wra
Anne M. Carson
2 days ago
Helpful Dog
by Christopher Dabrowski Human worked again, at a glowing rectangle—he called it a laptop. He looked tired, so Ozzy offered to help: - Get some rest, I'll pat the keyboard for you - he barked. Human stroked his head and moved away. The dog glanced at the device. - I won't even write a "woof, woof". Difficult stamps... However, he decided he wouldn't give up and enthusiastically pawed at random buttons. What is happening? The letters grew! Human came and went pale, reading: -
Christopher T. Dabrowski
Nov 11
Shards of a Lost Life
by Gary Beck I had trouble containing my excitement on the bus ride from my house to my new summer workplace, the Neighborhood Community Center. Just before my sophomore year in high school ended I saw an ad on a bulletin board for junior counselors at a day camp. I called, got an appointment for an interview, went, made a good impression and got the job. This was important to me for many reasons. The biggest was it got me away from the gang five days a week. In my early chil
Gary Beck
Nov 6
Leaving Room
by Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya He began with the bedroom. She had smashed everything that could be smashed and shredded anything that could be shredded. He wasn’t particularly bothered, they were just things. He never had much property anyway. He had returned to the apartment exactly three weeks after the incident. He got a mop and a bucket of water from the bathroom (thankfully, these had been left out in her destruction-spree). There was no laundry soap so he added lemon-scent
Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya
Nov 4
How the Mouse Got Big Ears
by Sarah Reynolds Have you ever heard the story of how the mouse got his big ears? As all the animals were formed, some were made bigger and others smaller. As the years passed, the animals forgot why, and so did I. One of the smallest animals that I’ve seen living on a farm was Mouse. Now Mouse didn’t always have large ears. It all started one day, when Mouse was eating seeds in the barn. That’s when Horse stepped on his tail. Mouse yelped out, “eeeekkk, eeeeekkk.” Several m
Sarah Reynolds
Nov 3
Fetching Fish
by Kelli J. Gavin When I was a child, I was quite close with my Grandma Collova. Grandma and I enjoyed games of rummy at her kitchen table and T.V. dinners watching Wheel of Fortune. She would doze after finishing her meal and wouldn’t rouse again until her show had finished. If it was terribly warm, we would sit outside under her shade tree and she would fill a small pool with water where we could cool down until mosquitoes drove us in for the evening. When I received an inv
Kelli J. Gavin
Oct 27
The Empty Chair
by Malkeet Kaur The café was always too bright, the kind of light that made you squint even on overcast days. She sat by the window, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. The steam had stopped rising minutes ago, but she hadn’t noticed. Outside, the rain tapped against the glass in uneven rhythms, like a song someone had started but forgotten how to finish. He was supposed to meet her at three. The clock on the wall, its hands chipped and yellowed,
Malkeet Kaur
Oct 23
Blinkered
by Neil Brosnan Life has been good to me; I could name many less fortunate, starting with my own mother. It was she who’d had to work...
Neil Brosnan
Oct 15
Skulking With the Foxes
by Carys Crossen The first fox, the very first, she spotted in the spinney crammed between the dual carriageway and the perpetually...
Carys Crossen
Oct 14
1970: The Portrait That Wasn't
by Sharon Berg It’s been four days. My knees are pulled up under a long flower-printed skirt, heels resting on the seat of the kitchen...
Sharon Berg
Oct 2
A Doggy Christmas
by Andrew McDonald “Sit pretty Max.” Mark smiled as the dog sat up on his haunches, front paws out as his long pink tongue dripped a bit...
Andrew McDonald
Sep 30
Spying
by Janelle Amer There she was, literally, the woman of his dreams. She entered the coffee shop right on cue and exited fifteen minutes...
Janelle Amer
Sep 25
Surely Shorty
by AE Reiff Surely drove up and parked under the Bougainvillea. I wasn’t sure at first if she wasn’t he at first because of the tail...
AE Reiff
Sep 24
Chow, the Restaurant Dog
by Gary Engkent He was a mongrel. With rough, coarse coat of straggly hair not a thoroughbred. Everybody at the Panama Café called this...
Gary Engkent
Sep 17
Tom and Jerry
by Tony Warner Tom curled up lazily on his blanket. He stretched one forepaw, then the other. His whiskers had a little bit of old gravy...
Tony Warner
Sep 11
When They Arrive
by Summer Hammond The first moment they see her is a love story. They streak together across the yard, beautiful balls of light, meteors...
Summer Hammond
Sep 10
Mother, May I
by Karen Schauber He's peering up at me all honey-eyed, his stumpy little tail vibrating, waiting for me to pick him up. My eyes welling....
Karen Schauber
Sep 8
Pixel and the Witch
by Andrea Tillmanns Admittedly, it could have been worse. An ant, for example, would have been worse. Or a plant. Although—could plants...
Andrea Tillmanns
Sep 4
Maiz is Life
by Rachel Turney I watch as she balls the white corn paste in her hands — circling the dough round and round in a movement I could not...
Rachel Turney
Sep 3
Articles
Dreaming of Kalbarri
by Meredith Stephens “Wake up! If we don’t get going now it will be too hot!” urged my fiance Alex. I couldn’t understand why we had to leave for Kalbarri National Park at 5:30am in darkness. Was it really going to get that hot? We quickly arose and headed to the car for the long drive. By the time we arrived, the day was breaking and we were among the first tourists to arrive at the famed Nature’s Window. We made our way along the trail to the window where international tour
Meredith Stephens
Nov 2
Between Two Skies: An Egyptian Heart in Albany
by Walid Abdallah When I first arrived in Albany, New York, in the winter of 2014, I felt as if I had stepped into a painting. The air...
Walid Abdallah
Oct 13
A Little Bundle of Fur/ A Not So Little Bundle of Fur
by Charles Stott I go for a walk most afternoons, and this Saturday in June was no exception. I felt good so I thought that I would go...
Charles Stott
Sep 22
Reviews
The Cold Visitor Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.75/5 stars ★★★⯪☆ Jonathan Butcher’s The Cold Visitor (published October 4, 2025) is a haunted house and cosmic horror novel that centers on the marriage of Sally and Herbert, who have reached their twilight years and now live in the retirement village of Heaven’s Sent. Sally comes from an accursed family who every half a century must complete a gruesome ritual in order to keep a demonic cosmic monster at bay, and the time has now come for the ritual to be
Catalina Bonati
Nov 16
Willow Rose Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.25/ 5 stars ★★★☆☆ Willow Rose by M. Kevin Hayden (to be published October 28 2025) is a short novel of...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 26
Eminence Front Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.25/5 stars ★★★☆☆ Eminence Front by Rebecca Rowland (to be published January 20, 2026) is a psychological horror...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 25
Short Stories
Quit Horsing Around
by Susan Duffield-Lodge From the moment our eyes met I knew in my heart that he was the one. I’d never been a believer in love at first sight. Until now. Destiny can be funny like that; sneaking up on you when you least expect it—one of those magical, memorable moments when love gently taps you on the shoulder. I was immediately transfixed by the sheer beauty and magnificence of him as he began slowly ambling toward me. I found myself assessing his physical bearing from afar—
Susan Duffield-Lodge
11 hours ago
Almost a Schrödinger
by Anne M. Carson His cat is both alive, hovering at the moment of simultaneity, and also dead. The cartoon vet puts a sympathetic hand on the client’s shoulder, says, “About your cat Mr Schrödinger, I have good news and bad news.” My cat wasn’t dead and alive, but in two places at once, almost a Schrödinger cat. One version of Charlie was hiding from the new cat sitter, safe in the cupboard at home. The other was in hospital comforting me. Doped up with opiods, my calves wra
Anne M. Carson
2 days ago
Helpful Dog
by Christopher Dabrowski Human worked again, at a glowing rectangle—he called it a laptop. He looked tired, so Ozzy offered to help: - Get some rest, I'll pat the keyboard for you - he barked. Human stroked his head and moved away. The dog glanced at the device. - I won't even write a "woof, woof". Difficult stamps... However, he decided he wouldn't give up and enthusiastically pawed at random buttons. What is happening? The letters grew! Human came and went pale, reading: -
Christopher T. Dabrowski
Nov 11
Poetry
The Barista
by Heaven Santiago She tamps to tame her temper, tampering with silver tools on dull, dead, decaffeinated mornings. She pulls dreadful all-nighters, sticks tricks up her sleeves, and can pull a strong shot of espresso. She takes in vicious insults like barrages of boxing combos or lime-brimmed shots of vodka. She soaks in her rage, to compact like a puck—like a machine would a strong shot of espresso. She yearns to break past some scumbag’s dry advances; The sly try to trespa
Heaven Santiago
1 day ago
My Mother's Table
by Giuseppe Farina i kept my mothers' kitchen table eight chairs long, solid wood large enough to hold a feast of plates and all of us to sit around sharing food and lives she made bread upon it, sometimes twice a week and Sicilian sweets none of us could duplicate even with her recipes found handwritten in her Sicilian slanted script if i had been born the daughter she had always yearned for could i have learned her secrets, memorized her hands as they mixed, kneaded and bak
Giuseppe Farina
5 days ago
Monster Cookies
by Kristen Baum DeBeasi For Flossie winter’s day — you will not leave my mind all afternoon four years before, I keep your house, my weekend job: face cloths all folded the same direction for your gnarled hands upstairs, houseflies buzz their last, then fall silent in the closet, your shoes right heel inches higher than the left under the eaves, your teacher’s certificate sits yellowed in its frame in autumn, before I leave for college you set out lunch we talk and eat, you s
Catalina Bonati
Nov 12
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