Button, Button – Pt. 1

The shirt button in his hand was the kind of thing a collector waits a lifetime for. Small and opalescent, … More

Better a Sage, Mary Silvestri

The typewriters clacked away under nervous fingers as Bossman strode up and down the aisles. Cracking rang out as the … More

His lungs burned in the cold night air as he took another drag on the cheap cigar. The little girl … More

Sharp pain pierced his pancreas, his colon, his lungs. The Writer’s stomach acid had dissolved the bones at last but … More

The men of Bethlehem’s Gate did not talk much about the neighboring town of Amber Grove. Bottoms on bar stools … More

The dog shuffled under the blankets, warming her legs. Despite the flannel pjs and six blankets Rosie was still cold, … More

Boots pushed into the side of her shiny, silver dress and into her skin as one of the men in … More

“Welcome! Welcome to my collection,” said the man, his pencil mustache accentuating his wide grin. “The House of Abhored Oddities … More

Denim vest pulled tight against the cold, Arnie Weaver willed his shivering to go away. He was at the races … More

The screen is blank, reflections in the curved glass devolved and backwards, setting the couple in an otherworldly image that … More