Back in 1500

We fly from Hawaii to Japan in order to meet the submarine. Once we get on base to check in, our Officer in Charge receives a message from the Fleet Commander that says ‘Due to inclement weather, the submarine will not be able to pull into port for at least one more week.’ He turns and says,...
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Shisha

Stagnant air hangs over the beach. Dancers defy the oppressive heat and flock by the video wall, while Shareef, glazed purple from the lights, lies back on the white leather couch in his fine Italian suit. I lean over so my hair falls—a curtain to hide us as I approach his lips. He’s tempted, but pulls away....
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Editor’s Note

Dear lovely reader, Two years ago, we did something stupid. As editors and readers, we’d grown disenchanted with mainstream literary journals, with their black and white pages and boring designs. We’d grown weary of the same old stories: always safe, always circling tired and cliché themes. We began to dream about doing things differently. This...
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Cold Blooded Old Times

The red light had lasted so long snow was starting to stick on the hood of David’s car and the aging defrost struggled to keep the windshield clear. He was mentally cursing a motorcyclist who was trying to skip ahead of the line of cars by zipping down the bike lane on the right shoulder. What...
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Sin-Eater

“Brothers and Sisters, Children of Lord God, Hear my words.” He liked killing with his hands. Jeramiah had a gun in his waistband, knife in his boot, and a choke-wire in his pocket. But when the time came for the Preacher-Man to meet his end, Jeramiah just wrapped his thick hands around that holy neck...
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Garish

“She had pantyhose drying on the towel rack. Just pantyhose with little wrinkly feet, out to dry. But she wasn’t one of those crazy chicks with bras in the dishwasher. Thank God.” He put down his drink. The square wooden table was glossed over, like his hair, like the two melting ice cubes, like his eyes. The...
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Trinity (5:29 on Monday the 16th)

If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky… – Bhagavad Gita Decided to run some tests on the kiss.Seemed like the altogether reasonable thing to dowhat with this megaton-Chernobyl vibe that’s got all the monitors flashing,all the needles in the redall the atoms in all the cells in...
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