“Jeepers” by McKenzie Rae There was one house on Sleepy Eye Road that didn’t decorate for Halloween. It was a two-story, maroon house that “The Last Cops in Oakland” by Leonard Crosby “This mate is in over his head,” Charles says. I shake my head at “Spinneret Lament” by Maddison O’Donnell Oh, for Arachne’s sake, here she comes againdark candyfloss cloud haloing her head;Satan’s angel come to undo me. I crouch “Foiled” by Paul Gilmore I kept bringing oil paintsto the water park. Walking ahead, behind, abreast -it didn’t matter.I slung every color I had, “The Last Tour” by Chrissy Hicks Saturday 8:32AM Lonnie had worked too damn hard to end up this way—jobless, homeless. Five years ago, he relocated to “The Soulless” by Alex Finch “Thank you for calling the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Can I get your name, please? And your phone number? “Growbag” by Philippa Tyler ‘Send the worm up,’ Sam said. His voice had an edge to it. Although he was a people pleaser, he’d “A Beating Heart to Beating Heart Conversation” by Bryan Grafton A diminutive young woman, age eighteen, sat on a hard straight back armless cushionless chair, in the waiting room “Burnt Sacrifice, or, The H-word” by James B. Nicola A term used figuratively at first and coinedbecomes in time an apt descriptionYou learn this when you listen to The “Nocturnal” by Lindsay Robertson There is no lightIn the streetNo beaconTo show the wayNo lanternNo flameNo maple leafsGlowingYellow, violet and amberLike the gold leaf “Dust” by Amy Grech Jack had been dead for less than a year when his widow spotted something gray in a corner of the “… And Then There Was One” by E.P. Lande Adam looked at his caller ID. As he didn’t recognize the number, he let it ring. A moment later, his “The Window Washer” by Paul Smith As dentists go, Doctor Hopf was OK in Moriarity’s book. And Moriarity had a book on everything – the nature “A Woman in a Long Green Dress” by James McCormick McCormick House Inn Perhaps there were other ghosts. Late Victorian: gathered bustle, waistAnd arms tight, and damask color of fallSoftwoods. “You Never Told Sam?” by Iván Brave A few nights later, I told my supervisor at the library some story about needing a week off to apply “Salvatore” by Shara Janae The piercing headlights of passing cars blur and blotch the road in front of me. I blink them away, but “Call the Preacher” by Autumn Bryant For some reason, every time Connie walked past the grandfather clock it was open. The little glass door that the “In Search of Land” by Lillibit Ray Death comes walking,with a slight limp to her left legcaused by the wear and tearof eternities past,and she casually tells “Le Tourbillonnant” by Daniel LeSaint Aba loosened the belt on her bathrobe with one hand as she approached the bedroom doorway. Her right hand held 1 2 3 … 6 Next »
