• Fiction,  Short Story

    After Sex by Jack Cameron

    “Yes! Fuck me. Harder! Yes! Yes! Oh hell yeah, Nick! Just like that.” I’m sure the neighbors can hear her. And there was a time when this sort of thing would make me come in a heartbeat. But now I feel like I’m watching a movie. Karen comes hard and collapses on top of me. I feel the sweat on her back. She laughs as she looks around for something to clean up with. I think about who might be on Letterman tonight. When did this happen? I remember when not just every thought but every decision I made in life was at least influenced by sex. And it wasn’t…

  • Fantasy, Sci-fi,  Fiction,  Novel Excerpt

    Excerpt of Nightlife Interrupted by Robert Hazelton

    The game was a bust. Those punk ass brats were on it and my dice went on strike. I’ve never heard a ten-sided die tell me to fuck off in such a meaningful way. I had better luck with Ophelia and considering how our conversation went, I was doomed the second I sat down at the table. My poor minis and I should’ve bowed out after the first blow to my ego. I wasn’t that smart. At ten o’clock, I was brooding behind the counter over my failures when I really started to think about Ophelia. She was right about Meredith, I had no idea why I was made. The…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Bones by Ross Dohrmann

    I’ll never forget those final days of Summer before He left and everything changed. He was always there, always, right after school He’d come home. During the summer, which He said is when the “dog days” are, it was even better because He didn’t go to school, so He could play and ruffle my neck like He always did. The last few days He was with me a lot, and laughing, and playing, and so much walking. Then one day He was sad and the next day He was gone. They think we can’t keep track of time, but we can, we do. He left one year, and five months,…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Cheaters Never Prosper by Titus Burley

    Manuel Enrique Ramos spun the AM dial to the sports super station. “Broadcasting from Baja, California to the Canadian Rockies” proclaimed the host, a man named Hacksaw who argued with callers from 8 p.m. until midnight. Manuel listened to escape, to hide from the sadness of Maria, her mourning of little Alfredo, lost to a fever that no amount of cold water soaked rags could put out; three years old, their frail middle child, four years younger than strong Alberto, two years older than sweet baby Lucinda. There would be no fourth child. Maria’s grief saw to that. He tuned in the American stations as much for Alberto as himself.…

  • Crime,  Fiction,  Short Story

    Red by Melissa Thayer

    The gun was clean. Loaded. Double-checked. His knife, the one he had carried always, she held a moment before strapping it to her belt. There were five who must die today. Outside her blinded window, dawn was about to break over the minarets. The muezzin sing-songed beckonings to adhan. The men who took him last night hadn’t seen her. His body would not get cold before she enacted her revenge. The first was Gadi. He was a whore-lover. The second was Azzam, he had a scar across his face from his penchant for bar fights. Zero was famously addicted to opium. Marid sold carpets at the bazaar. Jibril was a…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Insomnia by Saeed Tavakkol

    “Don’t. Don’t make a move. Let me crush you right on the spot. You’ll be punished for invading my privacy in the middle of the night. I declared his death sentence with a swatter in my hand, but the fly on the wall wasn’t scared at all. He was mocking me with his repulsive compound eyes the very moment I issued the death warrant. The second I raised my hand, he flew off the wall and crashed into the window glass, and circled the room like a maniac. I patiently waited for the right time. After the maneuver, he landed on the curtain rod and I took the rare opportunity…

  • Poetry

    The Valley of Nowhere by Lorna McGinnis

    The wide white wall Of clouds blurring together, Like ordinary days. The long gray road Smeared with tire streaks— The transient traces Of those racing through, In search of off ramps. Cars hurtling towards the mountains, Sketched against the coming hours. To continue reading The Vally of Nowhere click here.

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    The False Start by The Red Hat Man (Craig Rounds)

    Mr. Good Employee got up this morning, got dressed in his good employee uniform, made sure he had his ear plugs, pens and a smile on his face. He left for work, as had been arranged clear back on Friday. Mr. Good Employee gets to work before he said he would be there. He checks the doors and all six of them are locked, the garage door is down. He sees the lights of the office are on like someone has been in there recently. But nothing is happening. No orders for deliveries are on the table. Someone has already been and gone. Mr. Good Employee calls the national office…

  • Poetry

    I Love the Mythology of Monsters Emerging by M. Morford

    I love the mythology of monsters emerging from the darkest of woods, Of spirits brought forth in rage by a human transgression, Its presence called out To avenge a human violation. We dig into the earth as if it was ours to dissect, Our machines and unleashed greed Take us far past where our sense would take us. Nothing is sacred when nothing is held back. In these hands, and under these eyes, Peace is as fragile and elusive as sleep. To continue reading I Love the Mythology of Monsters Emerging click here.

  • Short Story

    The Collective Story titled “No, the Future” from the contributors at the Downtown Block Party 2014

    On Saturday (8/16) at the Downtown Block Party, Creative Colloquy opened a big book and asked everyone who was interested to add a line to our story. There were simple rules: – Add one line or two – No hate, profanity, or sexually suggestive themes – Published Monday 8/18 – After that it was a free for all. The contributors were only given the previous page (approx. 5 lines) to work from before adding their own. Contributors ranged in age from 4 to 70. They were at all levels of writing skills, and equally at all levels of imagination. This is what (roughly) 75 Downtown Block Party patrons came up…