Bobby Boyd’s Bad Eyes by Neva Bryan
can play poker? Bullshit!” “I swear, Jennie, I seen it with my own eyes. Bobby trained it to play. And the scary thing is, it’s good.” I shook my head…
Fiction
On Every Street by Jeff C. Stevenson
On Every Street There’s one in every town, an old house where an elderly person or couple have lived for years in relative isolation. The neighbors don’t see them much…
Poetry
The Bluish Hue by Patricia Rossi
The Bluish Hue Midnight…I am doused in darkness, ignited in black suffocation… Yet I see an ethereal light? With apparent reticence dawn arrives shackled to an impenetrable fog… Mother Nature…
Poetry
A Collection of Horror Story Haiku by Bobby Aldridge
, low chuffing in the tall grass, which way did they go? ——————————— I fall from the bridge, through memories toward my wife. The coarse rope snaps tight. ——————————— Faint…
Fiction
White Lies by Kristan Campbell
White Lies Cassie tried to concentrate on the familiar scenery outside of the smudged, back seat window of her mother’s clunky black ’74 Impala. The same graying stalks of corn…