by Jesse Breite What could be more radiant, more terrifying than the faces of my friends congregated for me from their odd places, soulful little red dots speckling the globe? Each one yearning more than a torch ablaze in the black cold of December,…
by Henry G. Miller I remember Lynn from college in Boston. We were both from Chicago and we both had big student loans. We became pals. She was fun but there was always something mysterious about her. Good-looking and always coming on. Maybe that’s why I liked being with her….
by Jesse Breite God’s broken teeth spit out and tumbled from the bald peak, gurgled from earth’s hot belly. Pinnacle Mountain is the only peak I’ll always climb in silence. The congregation of lizards waits and listens to the shifting stems, the heart’s blossom,…
by Alena Orrison The cold iron of the unicorn statue, Lying substantially in my hand Creates a glimpse into long ago. Gentle warmth from morning’s sun glow Grandfather’s face smiling and tanned. Just out of my grasp hang firm swollen oranges Reflecting the vibrancy of the sunrise. From a bough…
by Diane DeCillis The day I realized I no longer missed my father was the day I discovered futurist Ray Kurzweil’s The Singularity is Near, an exploration of artificial intelligence and the future of humanity. Ray foresees a new civilization that will enable us to transcend our biological limitations. His…
by Kelly Milos Do you know the night phantoms? The shades that grow strange in Autumn? Oh, you must know the ones— the swirling spirits of once-living leaves giving the air its static sound, the clouds clicking through the branches guarding the harvest moon from prying eyes. They’re glimpses of…
by Gary Beck Another summer to a troubled land that disinherits many while the few revel, supported by servants bound to their masters by economic need rather than fondness for indulgent ways, capricious extravagance as many go hungry, their highest aspiration a service job…
St. Louis is the third-place winner in SNHU’s 2015 Fall Fiction Short Story Competition. by Virginia Spotts Through the ghostly fluorescent lighting and piles of boxes, my father poked his head through the door, giving a slight smile. My returned smile was tight-lipped. He stepped inside slowly, stopping just a few…
Goldfish God is the second-place winner in SNHU’s 2015 Fall Fiction Short Story Competition. by Michele Meehan “The goldfish is dead.” “What? Are you kidding me?” I asked gripping the phone tightly. “I went to feed it today and it was belly up,” my mother replied. “What do you want me…
by Kit McCoy The rains started, and the yard filled with green stalks under tiny white flowers. Jasmine hung heavy on the breeze while we sat on the back porch watching puddles fill and glasses empty. The rain didn’t stop for fourteen years. The dull light of overcast days linked…