Posts Tagged ‘ XVIII.I ’

“Camouflage,” by Lisa Fox

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

So, this is what it’s like to breathe in hell.



“Gabe Chanterelle, Woke Detective!” by Eugene Morgulis

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

I was diving into a jar of kombucha, when they came walking in. I noticed nothing about their physical appearance whatsoever.

“I need your help,” they said. “Folks tell me you’re the best.”

“Sure, I’ve benefited from certain privileges¬†on account of my race and gender,” I replied. “What can I do for you?”



“Preservation in Love,” by Jami Fairleigh

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

Mishaps with preserved brains are not uncommon. What most people probably don’t know is how often pickled grey matter can interfere with romantic plans. My name is Willoby Walling and I am currently hiding in a steel cabinet. As I am wearing my second-best shoes, you can be assured that hiding in a cabinet, steel or otherwise, was not part of my plan when I awoke this morning.



“Rusty,” by Arthur Davis

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

The name of my horse was Rusty. At least that what he said it was when we first met, so I went along with it. I knew little of his early days as a colt, but the years we spent together were some of the best of my life and, I have to believe, his.



“Bad Excuse Josh,” by Ginny Hogan

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

Once upon a time, there was a young gentleman named Josh. And Josh, I’m sorry to say, was a man who would never find love. He never had, and he likely never would. Because Josh was cursed.