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.