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The CatFiction

The Cat

Kaci Skiles LawsSeptember 25, 2023

Klint rubs his knife clean against his dingy shirt. He thinks I never notice blood, metallic taste that lingers from a kiss, or his…

JoelleFiction

Joelle

Sherry CassellsSeptember 7, 2023

They had deep dark secret day at school one time only. I don’t think they were prepared for the results that decimated the entire town, so…

Clock Radio #3 – Featuring Charles Bukowski’s “A gentle, alcoholic night”Blog, Fiction, Poetry, Showcase

Clock Radio #3 – Featuring Charles Bukowski’s “A gentle, alcoholic night”

Jay DoughertyAugust 12, 2023

This is the second time that Charles Bukowski appeared in my little magazine Clock Radio of the mid to late 1980s. He and I had…

The Dark WatchersFiction

The Dark Watchers

Lawrence GeorgeJuly 16, 2023

Last weekend I went to this wedding in San Luis Obisbo, and I didn't even get laid. It's a funny thing how at every…

Full of YesterdayFiction

Full of Yesterday

Sherry CassellsJune 8, 2023

Feels like I have a bag over my shoulder that’s full of yesterday. As I approach Alice’s place it gets not exactly heavy but…

Throw JacksonFiction

Throw Jackson

Sherry CassellsMay 29, 2023

Sometimes I just feel like telling a love story with a happy ending, and none of that conflict that people are told they need…

What else goes on that I don’t know about?Fiction

What else goes on that I don’t know about?

Sherry CassellsMay 10, 2023

It’s been raining since Christmas yet the water is lower than ever before and there’s a newly revealed rock looks like the hood of…

EnoughFiction

Enough

Sherry CassellsApril 28, 2023

Sometimes I think I should stick to fiction. It’s probably easier to remember lies than is it to remember little beads of truth so…

The TurnaroundFiction

The Turnaround

Sherry CassellsMarch 26, 2023

Ours was the turnaround driveway, the one in which mistaken cars corrected themselves, and zoomed back up the street. My mother said, somebody’s here every…

My Lies SmallFiction

My Lies Small

Sherry CassellsMarch 25, 2023

I’ve been so long writing what has turned into a novella, hate that fucking word, and like, fuck me dead, I just want to…

Freedom is a game of lossFiction

Freedom is a game of loss

Nathalie SpaansJanuary 12, 2023

Hey, Because I dropped my phone in the water and learned that sleeping masks are not tripods, I'm writing this in my notebook, sitting…

Today when the day endsFiction

Today when the day ends

Robert (Stastny)October 24, 2022

Oh, the silliness continues, the messages keep coming, and the receiver keeps reading them, and reading stories written long ago A shop in a…