The Drummer’s Beat
It was an unforgettable sound–subtle and quaint. At least it had been. Rodney felt chills down…
by Ramelle Kamack
It was an unforgettable sound–subtle and quaint. At least it had been. Rodney felt chills down…
by Ramelle Kamack
Mariupol, Ukraine It felt like early afternoon, perhaps later, but time made no difference then. Far…
by Ramelle Kamack
The softball-sized fireball streaked straight at Ashley’s head. She darted to the left just in time…
by Richard Milewski
by Ramelle Kamack As an expanse of ghastly clouds veiled the light of afternoon, Chicago neared…
by Ramelle Kamack
Author’s Note: Dedicated to the strongest woman I know, Beverly Gail Beaver, my Tuttle Buddy. Revelation…
by Ray Ingram
Put them in a place, a dark place, so their violence no longer destroys the innocent.…
by John Charlton
Normally, a story like this would never get told, at least not in print. Maybe it…
by Don Bates
“Hey honey, look at these children playing basketball,” said the women to her disinterested husband seated…
by Kashawn Taylor
In the true spirit of tangentialism, digression, asides, run-on sentences, and general blathering tendencies we’re not…
by Don Bates
Most people already know that most of the smart devices they have in their homes come…
by Cameron Terhune
