Categoría: a short story
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“ONCE UPON A TIME” by Benjamin Munyao David
The Story That Remembered Me Before I Was Born There are stories that begin with a birth, stories that begin with a death, and stories that begin with a lie so old that everyone mistakes it for history. This one began with a letter. Daniel Mumo found it beneath his…
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“Windows” by Brian Michael Barbeito
I have lost my bun. I am on a far path, more of game trail as they call it, than a people path, and I reach for this bun, but it is nowhere. I have gone far, so far. It would be the perfect time for a bite. It was…
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“The Boy Running With His Dreams” by John Chinaka Onyeche
Yesterday, a boy ran after a shadow. The shadow of the dreams he chased down the road as he stood on the cross-section of thousands of thoughts, remembering home, the home he vowed never to return to, except the sun rises to light the murky shadow that hovers around the…
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all in one room by Bogdan Dragos
he was a bodybuilderand a poet those hands of hisworked tirelessly if not lifting weightsthey were typing on thekeyboard He had two weightsa chaira deskand a laptop and it was more than enough He’d write short poemsbetween sets Never went to an actual gymin his lifebut the gym wasat home…
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“Night of Wicked Splendor” by Bill Tope
“I can take you where you want to go,” he told her confidentially. Lucille stared down her prominent nose at the short man in the wildly out-of-place fedora. What, she wondered, was this bloke’s story? But she didn’t wonder too hard. The once-heavy crowd in the tavern was thinning out,…
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“The Day I Met a Gentleman” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Mira Quien Viene por Ahí!El Caballero de París!Barbarito Diez, El Caballero de París (popular Cuban song) It was a sunny afternoon in the late spring of 1959, and I recently turned sixteen years old. Havana, and Cuba at large, were experiencing what would prove to be a short-lived period of…
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Featuring Gary Gautier (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Two Dreams Without training, without motive, and without divine inspiration, I stumbled in dream upon an undiscovered branch of mathematics. It’s embedded in simple operations like (2 x 4 x 6). Beneath each of the simplest steps in this operation, a dynamic process spins away into unfathomable depths, enabling the…
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23 Do as They Do. By Margaret Kiernan
“Who you- are stories” are familiar now to Myriam. They start early in the day, sometimes too early, with the milkman for next door, with the postman pushing letters into metal boxes, with the dust truck, and swearing hot men too loud. It continues as she walks the ancient paving…
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THE END OF MAN by Mike Steeden
Son of Man is all but come to an endFar too many on this tumbling EarthBut in a twinkling those forever Machine Humans Will turn up in masses without having given birth Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved, save for the the photo. Unauthorised copying, reproduction, hiring, and lending, prohibited.
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“THE DAY THE RIVER FORGOT MY NAME” by Benjamin Munyao David
When I was a child, I believed the river knew everyone. It knew the names of the women who came before sunrise carrying yellow jerrycans against their hips, the boys who crossed its shallow back every morning on their way to school, the fishermen who returned at dusk smelling of…
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“Betty’s Better Eggplant” by Carolyn Babjak
“Mom, this eggplant is fantastic. You should sell it.” “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Here, wipe your chin.” Michael slopped sauce down his chin onto his shirt. “Should I get the bib, Michael? I’m gonna buy you one for Christmas.” “This shirt is my eating shirt.” He laughed. “I…
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“Accidental Phone Pic at Shady Meadow Brooke Apts.” by Daniel J Flore III
It’s easy to spot the drug dealers coming in because five minutes later they’re on their way out. Their cars are half luxury, half sports and they disappear into and emerge from them on their phones. That’s me, in the empty parking space next to one of their cars, with…
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“Rain” by Britta Benson
Always a realist, even in her wildest dreams, she decided to name the child Rain. Initially, Blood, seemed far more appropriate, looking at the mess this tiny creature had created upon arrival, but no. She promised herself, that she would not be a vengeful mother. When it came to naming…
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parasite by Bogdan Dragos
“It’s completely harmless,” she says as she shows me a five legged frog that struggles and fails to get free from her dirty hands. “The extra limbs are the result of a parasite infection.” “Is this your new pet?” I ask She shakes her head. “Not really. It’ll just leave…
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“Blind Date” by Bill Tope
I stole a glance into the living room, where my blind date was waiting. LeAnn, my roommate, said she met him at the grocery store, and he seemed nice. More likely, she ran into him at the tavern, where she hung out all the time. He asked her out, she…
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22- When in Rome by Margaret Kiernan
Myriam sits in a window seat; she watches the landscaped garden outside. Its sereneness soothes her; she has always loved Italian gardens, and today she has a need to be near tranquil things, she is feeling vulnerable, but not without reason. Here in the tearoom, she can ponder on those…
