HIS PRINCESS by Terveen Gill

(Author´s site) I don’t know where I am. I was somewhere and now I’m nowhere. Time? What’s that? It used to be something, but now I can’t remember. Who am I? My name? A girl lived inside me, but now she’s gone. Lost? Or dead? No, she’s run away. Hiding. Waiting for the nightmare to…

A Little Excerpt: Westbury Falls by Sara Reichert

(author´s site) Good morning, readers. I was puzzling over what to post about this week and in the middle of editing one series, formatting and finishing a first rough draft of the poetry anthology, and trying to adjust to new school schedules, I thought–what would I like to read? Sorry to say, nothing on editing….

When I Close My Eyes by Terveen Gill

When I close my eyes, I see him. Not merry pictures of the past. But that final glimpse of him falling. I’m convinced I saw it happen. I want to believe that he wasn’t alone in his last seconds. My eyes had him covered, though they offered only horror. No outstretched hand, no gigantic leap,…

In the end, it does not even matter

by Rana It was a long night before he was starting the engine of his car. A busy day ahead and the first thing to go through was usual morning traffic. No matter where you live, the crest of this elegance is what you observe every day. His eyes were gloomy; sleepless nights have evolved…

I Know My Marie Will Forgive Me by Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen I’m getting married. No, don’t offer me best wishes. Don’t utter congratulations. Forget the handshakes and the pats on the back. I don’t want to be here. All these curious eyes and smiling faces make me want to sprint out the door. This chapel is two centuries old. I’m only thirty. But I’ve…

THE DAY A TRUTH DIED by Mike Steeden

Blog mikesteeden Identical snowflakes A bona fide rarity? A miracle? Only the sage can say And he is far away Measuring hailstones Bermuda she recalls Yet here In the frozen lands North of nowhere She is compelled To tell of To show To someone To anyone Her immaculate Inconceivable find Fail in this Then it…

Black Widow

by Rae Cod He watched her from a distance as she sat on the front step of her porch, staring with eyes that were somewhere else.  Her beautiful dark hair was piled up in a head scarf.  A tangle had broken free, and he was surprised to see it shot through with white.  Maybe not…

The Hunt by Sebastian Iturralde

Link Blog Sebastian The tribe still sleeps in the cave while their leader is comfortably lying next to his woman; the warmth of her body huddles him. His eyes lost beyond the cave’s ceiling while his mind goes through the preparations; today he will be leading the hunt to the northern foothills’ forest. Only two…

TAKEN HOSTAGE AGAIN by Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen Thirty years of life and I’ve been taken hostage – twice. The first time, my mind was the culprit. The doctor said it was paranoia. I didn’t leave my home, convinced someone (or something) might murder me. Or even worse… I spoke to no one. But the voices came for me. The shadows,…

Hands Up! By Terveen Gill

Blog Terveen Link Hands up! That’s all I had to say. My brother Manu made me practice it a hundred times. Or was it a thousand times? I can’t count. What do I know? Manu says I’m a simpleton. Papa called me an idiot. I remember his last words just before he died. Manu, take…

Yes, I love you! (II)

by Rana It had been a while since the guests engaged me so much that I neglected to text her. There had never been a day we have relished without conversing with each other. Furthermore, if this intimacy did not occur, it appeared that the sun might not expose itself to the world the next day….

Dad always said

by Rae Cod His Dad always said if there was a zombie apocalypse he’d be the first one to die. ‘You’re too bloody nice,’ he’d say, in a way that made nice sound like something he’d stepped in. Well, it might not be a zombie apocalypse, but this world was ending, and he was still…

COLD COMFORT BEGETS FRESH GRIEF by Mike Steeden

Blog Mike link I watched the fledgling widow A charcoal figurine A transcendent remembrance vista White marble upon emerald green Determinedly she made her search Row upon row upon row Pausing every so often Before she made to go Onward, ever onward Until she found the very spot Where her true love was laid to…

Perfect Day To Die By Terveen Gill

Blog by Terveen If I wasn’t poor, I would’ve paid a pretty price to have Mithoo killed. The drunkard swine has ruined his life and almost most of mine. It’s not so much his drinking. His money is his own to waste. It’s the daily drama that follows. We live like rats packed into drainpipes,…

A Life of Suffering by Matthew Robins

Blog link The walls of his apartment are filled with photos of horror, agony and suffering. Framed and hung throughout the rooms are dust covered photos of mothers falling headfirst off 4 story fire escapes. Naked, napalmed children screaming while shedding their scorched skin. A man plunging from one of the towers at 9/11. Black…

Yes, I love you!

by Rana Although, she knew all my gestures and mood swings, I didn’t want to show her I was tired, sad, or angry. It was snowing outside like a light drizzle of rain I was familiar with. I had always loved the rain, but today was different. When she said over the phone she was…

Runaway

by Rae Cod Ash checked his watch.  He estimated he had five minutes until the next curfew patrol.  He turned his attention back to the wall.   A train rumbled on the bridge overhead, drowning out the sound of the spray cans as he worked.  His consciousness sank into the flow of the paint as the…

Mother’s Return by Matthew Robinson

Blog Night after night, I prayed for my mother’s return. Then, one night, in a dream, she was finally there. She said she’d come in answer to all my prayers. I was so happy, I wept. In the dream, my mother held me and gave me the comfort from this wretched life I so desperately…

Flash Fiction Story – The Village Bride by Terveen Gill

We incorporate a new collaborator in Gobblers / Masticadores Welcome Terveen! link to blog/website Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she overwhelmed? Saddened to…

The great one by Bogdan Dragos

His name was always linked to the term elusive and he was universally acknowledged as a brilliant writer and an enchanted poet. And the day came when his little apartment reeked of rotting flesh and the authorities had to break his door down. There was no family to inform but the whole country was now…