• Poetry

    Trash Day by Michael Haeflinger

    Rainfall, a broken piece of floor, linoleum, recycling to the rim with beer cans, two neighbor girls off to school, someplace behind the pull of sky, a line of buildings dark all day. To continue reading Trash Day, click here.

  • Fiction,  Novel Excerpt

    Love On the Beach – An Excerpt from The Backside of Nowhere by Alec Clayton

    Sue Ellen was his first love. He can recall every moment they spent together, especially the first times they made love. The first time was after a football game when they were juniors in high school. In the front seat of his daddy’s car. He’s pretty sure it ranked as the most disastrous firsts ever. He pulled his daddy’s Pontiac onto the beach and yanked up the parking break. He cranked the driver side window down an inch or two to let in some of the cool fall air, and they faced each other and said, “Okay, here we are. Let’s do it.” He scooted out from under the steering…

  • Poetry

    A Touch of Shade by Lorna McGinnis

    Clouds cast shadows like hawk’s wings, Breathing down my neck when the wind turns cold. The gloom elongates, stretching up the brick walls, Dimming them so their flushed redness fades to gray. To continue reading A Touch of Shade, click here.

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Then by Chelsea Vitone

    Running breathless, the wind whipping her hair behind her, she was exhilarated. Branches whizzed past her face, grabbing at her clothes and stray hairs. The crisp morning air filled her lungs, burning as she flung herself down the path. She could hear his footsteps close behind her, stumbling over roots and snapping branches. She burst into the clearing and whooped victoriously, spinning on her toes to face him. As he came lumbering into her arms, grabbing her playfully around the waist and pulling her to the ground, she jolted awake and stared up at the sky, pocked with clouds. She lurched upward, the cheap paperback sliding off her chest onto…

  • Memoir

    Mobious Streets of Tacoma by M. Morford

    “What’s your ‘beat’?” I should have expected that question. I was, after all, applying for a job as a writer. But once she asked me that most obvious question, I realized that I didn’t know. But it made me think. And now I know. I write about the hidden, forgotten and neglected corners –and characters – of Tacoma. To continue reading Mobious Streets of Tacoma, click here.

  • Fantasy, Sci-fi,  Memoir,  Novel Excerpt

    The Case of the Tree Spirit by Teresa Carol

    I sat entranced across the table from the golden-haired lady who was explaining to me in detail the unusual occurrences she had witnessed at her home. I was surprised at how extremely beautiful she was. It was not the normal beauty that many women have, rather it seemed almost supernatural. Her hair was like spun silk which shimmered in the bright light of the coffee shop. Her skin seemed to glow with soft dew-like moisture. She was small in frame and light in body. I guessed that she was around fifty years of age. “Your skin is so lovely,” I interrupted, “Do you mind if I ask what you use.”…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Something Old Something New by Nicole McCarthy

    Margaret’s mother gave her a Barbie doll for her 6th birthday and told her she’ll be just like her someday. Margaret brushed Barbie’s long blonde hair with a plastic pink comb before combing her own hair, tangled and black. Her mother had given her a variety of dresses for Barbie to wear, all frilly and fabulous, including a wedding dress with puffy shoulders and yards of lace. Margaret’s mother helped her put the wedding dress on Barbie and remarked how beautiful she was. When her mother left, Margaret removed the wedding dress from Barbie’s frail figure and tossed it on the ground, leaving her naked. A week later, the dress…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    The Time of Our Lives by Christopher A. Clark

    Harold glanced around the library, satisfied at seeing no one, giggled before sliding his precious book into the perfect eye level spot. He slithered from the fiction section to the cushioned chair ten paces away, peeking from behind a large potted plant for his stakeout. Sitting in his grungy trench coat while clutching a magazine, some glossy thing about motorcycles, Harold waited with breathless anticipation. His novel’s dark binding contrasted the bright handwritten red letters reading ‘The Time of Our Lives.’ Goose pimples popped on Harold’s neck each time he read the title. “The Time of Our Lives,” Harold whispered, licking his slimy lips with a pudgy tongue. He read…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    The Nite Shift Tavern by R. Francis Diamond

    There was a drinking establishment in Bremerton, Washington called the White Pig Tavern. Some wag hung the name on it of “Albino Swine-o,” one of the great nicknames I have ever come across (see: Emil “Hillbilly” Billdilli; Arlie “The Freshest Man on Earth” Latham; and Bob “Death to Flying Things” Ferguson). This is not about the Swine-o – I didn’t live in Bremerton long enough to darken its door or vomit in its alley. My post-21 years of age era overlapped with my residency in Kitsap County long enough to make only one place a regular haunt – the Nite Shift, located at 242 Burwell Street. I had no friends,…

  • Memoir,  Short Story

    An Only Child’s Contemplation by V. S. OPalenick

    This Author came into this life carrying a burden of obligation. Not to me or anyone in particular, but rather to Life itself. I don’t think it really matters how privileged, or non-, an individual is. The Only Child, literally and figuratively, carries a certain self-driven loneliness – forever in search of achieving “the dream” – which is ultimately and entirely up to the individual. “One man’s dream is another man’s fancy.” More importantly, is how that dream unfolds and its magnitude on the dreamer and the space the dream is intended to impact. Before proceeding, let me say, the Only Child is not necessarily a status imposed by birth…