Virginia Walters

Quietly, she tiptoed toward the table, careful to avoid detection. Glancing around, she reached for the ancient box and lifted the enameled lid. Horrified, tears sprang to her eyes. All the chocolate! Gone!

by: Virginia Walters

Sunny~

örümcek
Spinne
αράχνη
pók
kónguló
labah-laba
graticola
くも
거미
zirneklis
voras
edderkopp
pająk
păian­jen
паук
araña
araignée
hämähäkki
عَنْكَبوت
spin
蜘蛛
A spider by any other name is just the same. Aiyeeeeee!
Thud.

by: Sunny~

Retroman

Walking along the ditch, there was a soft whimper behind me. I spun
around and all I saw was the ripple of my beloved dog in the water and
I thought, "Water trolls!"

by: Retroman

Lost by FKC

It was another rite of passage. Up and down all day as her growing boy played soccer with her bladder. Another routine trip completed, until she saw red dripping down to the floor.

Lost by E. Clough

Unseen, encircling.

He smiles as it draws closer,

Flowing from liquid darkness.

I, we, who know, reach out.

Feeling the slithering band

That will make us breathless

Beneath fluttering red, and blue.

Lost by Diane Turner

How small the box was, and heavy.
It would hardly hold a cantaloupe.
She forced her fingers into the pale grit. Like sand, and cold.
Are these ashes all that’s left of him?

Submitted by Diane Turner
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Whiteout on Turnagain Arm

Wipers, barely keeping up. Jagged bullets, millions, pound my face while icy seams jolt my brain. Must keep calm, can’t stop. Vicious side wind, disappears climbing Turnagain hill. Crossways, red car, oh shit!

by: E. Clough

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FKC

She blacked out, not knowing for how long. She came to, lying on the avenue with her knees pressed to her chest. Looking up, she saw a bus pressed to her shins. "Help!"

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An Argument by Sandra

“I’m most important,” concludes Period.

Comma stammers, “No, it’s I, idiot.”

“I ask the questions, you hear?” inquired Question Mark.

Alas, Exclamation Point bravely shouts, “But only I can follow the word, ‘Hark!’”


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Lyndi

The phone rang at 4am. Her fumbling lunge knocks a bottle to the floor, it’s fall broken by the old dog’s matted shoulder. Milky, bread pudding eyes flash dim, as a long groan pulls Spud to his feet.

A Dot

The phone rang at 4am.

Sharp and unnatural. Punctuating sleep.

Again?

Last time, she answered and I watched her pause, then fold like an empty coat on the cold tiles, encased in grief.

The phone rang. And rang.

The Call by E. Clough

Strange day, somehow. Bird hits the window. Butterfly clings to my sleeve. Sun flashes off bright chrome, splitting my thoughts. Voice in my ear from behind. Then, the phone rang at 4 AM.

Inadvertent by Sandra

The phone rang at 4am.

The annoying string of sharp, staccato rings yanked me from deep slumber.

No good news arrives at this hour.

Bracing myself, “Hello?”

Nothing but muffled noises echoed into my ear.

Fucking butt call.