A Christmas Tradition By Tanya Miranda


A Christmas Tradition

By Tanya Miranda

Alicia straightens her black veiled cap as it hovers above the rims of her silvery eyebrows. It slides forward with every precarious step down the sparkling walkway. The pins are not keeping it in place.

“Be careful Alicia, there’s ice everywhere. The town cleaned up the snow, but this cold Continue reading

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Apple Crumble by MJB Saunders


I wasn’t positive or noticeably enthusiastic this day, although I felt as though I should have been, just because I was still alive. My fingers were shaking with cold and my nose was running like a dripping tap. I couldn’t take my mind off the dog in the garage, the howling and the loneliness echoed through the space between my ears. I struggled to imagine the conditions inside. I would normally sleep through the day on a day like this, but the dog Continue reading

Broken Bread–Short story by Rusty Rimes


Dark, dismal days, as the sun tries breaking through a sulphuric haze overlaying our little town. Four years now, right in the middle of the battle lines drawn between two religious factions. Both claimed they were fighting for God, but all they were doing was raising hell for us.

I am Mareek, son of the once mayor of Abbul, a quiet little town where mostly local farmers sold their goods. Now a war torn assembly of remnants, looking more like piles of rubbish, Continue reading

A. Long — Chimera Self


My face was beat by wind and sleet,
Forest floor set traps to trip my feet.
My cloak wrapped tight about my neck,
In rain, I embarked on forest trek.
The creature wailed up in the tree,
Fought to keep his life from me.

My creation howled, woed, moaned,
Invoking God, each groan Continue reading

Crystal Lane


She was intrigued by the lack of emotional stimulation felt deep inside her soul. SHE ONLY SHED ONE TEAR…
She theorized in her spirit that she had been at this place in her life too many too many times before , and these emotions had now been silenced by a concrete wall of avoidance to glisten and make shiny her guilt.

It was only six short months ago she had missed her menses for two months . In her line of occupation, conception was a drawback not a great blessing bestowed upon the most fortunate; thus, it could not be allowed to sustain if she was to be able to sustain her own life. SHE DISTANTLY REMEMBERED THINKING WHAT THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LAST CHILD WOULD HAVE BEEN … Continue reading

Christine Campbell–Untitled


The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She needed to wash up, but her strength was gone, seeping out of her in that warm, sticky flow.

He’d gone now: gone to the pub. He’d be ‘drowning his sorrow’, as the saying goes, except it wasn’t his sorrow. It was hers. She looked at the implements of his torture, knowing she’d have to clean up before he came back. God knew she could do without feeling the weight of his fist on top of everything else. Continue reading