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  • Chapter 1 of “Bruised but unbroken” by Alissa Brown

    Chapter 1 of “Bruised but unbroken” by Alissa Brown

    Content Warning: Violence The beginning of a nightmare The pain is unbearable. I can’t breathe. I feel like someone is sitting on me and trying to suffocate me. Well, I’m not that far away from the truth. The thing is, it’s pitch dark, and even if I try to keep…

  • “The Vorg” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley

    “The Vorg” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley

    Sally was standing at the kitchen window over the sink one night, peering into the darkness, when the saucer landed in her backyard. Instantly, her eyes opened wide, and she shouted, “Duke, come in here. ET has landed!” Her husband of 40+ years tumbled out of his recliner in the…

  • One Question for Writer Gary Gautier…And a NEW Book!

    One Question for Writer Gary Gautier…And a NEW Book!

    +++ New release by Gary Gautier! TWO DREAMS AND TWO HOLLOWS Deep dive into craziness with a two-time Faulkner-Wisdom Prize finalist. Short stories and novellas, chipped with poetry and flash nonfiction, in a montage of voices and styles. Realism and anti-realism, seekers and bums, epiphanies great and small, bound together…

  • «Spain» by Malc Wright (Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Editor)

    «Spain» by Malc Wright (Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Editor)

    Ok, so you all know him as «Easymalc«. And we all have enjoyed his writings and learned a lot from the very thorough information he provides in his blog about the places he has travelled to. I definitely would suggest a visit… Malc Wright is a phenomenal travel writer who…

  • The Scarescrow by Mummun Samanta

    The Scarescrow by Mummun Samanta

    «He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father’s saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’ » («Mending Wall» by Robert Frost) My…

  • A prose poem by Joni Caggiano (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

    Family Blood Fall burns my flesh like rusty shades of her leaves. I cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath as I dine on erstwhile memories. My presence fades as echoes of yesterday’s nagging whispers seep through outworn cement on red-brick walls. Childhood lingers, caught between the weakness of once formidable walls…

  • «My Kind of Christmas» by Scarlet Rose

    «My Kind of Christmas» by Scarlet Rose

    «My Kind of Christmas» by Scarlet Rose whispers of winter breathe,twinkling festive sparks glow,silent Yuletide carols drift,hushed dances of dawn unfold. waking glow, my bright parol,tweeting birds, my morning bells,gentle thoughts, my warm embrace,my kind of Christmas. my kind of Christmas,unchained like sweet melody,unscripted like swaying flurries,I am myself. my…

  • Review of Maggie Watson’s «Ephemeral Encounters» by Roberta Eaten

    Review of Maggie Watson’s «Ephemeral Encounters» by Roberta Eaten

    Amazon Book Description This Collection of Poetry is entirely about love.I hope you enjoy reading the contents herein.What does the word «love» conjure up to you?Everyone has a different take on it.I have even heard it described as a mental illness!I would not know in that respect, but I will…

  • New Historical Fiction by Janet Morrison (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

    As a big fan of history and novels, there is no genre that fascinates me more than «historical fiction,» therefore I would like to feature today a historical fiction writer from North Carolina (US), Janet Morrison, who has just released a new book, Traveling Through History: A Collection of Historical…

  • “he did a painting of that night,” by John Yamrus

    “he did a painting of that night,” by John Yamrus

    he did a painting of that night, mostlyin brownsand yellowsand orange and green. he finished it, but,no oneever saw itbecause he threw it out, along withher picture anda watch she gave himon Valentine’s Day that was inscribed: Mark and Pam: forever and beyond.

  • Sins of Omission by Neil Brosnan

    Sins of Omission by Neil Brosnan

    Although Dad isn’t due for another ten minutes, Jack is already keeping vigil at his dormer bedroom window.             “You can put toys in there.” Mum says, unzipping the pocket of his weekend bag.             “I wanna hold him.” The five-year-old hugs a bedraggled toy dog to his…

  • Featuring Pat Alderman (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

    Featuring Pat Alderman (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

    LIGHTS IN THE WINTER DARKNESS For many of us December isdark and coldwith the shortest day of the year.Are we the Christmas lights?Beautiful to behold but offering no warmthexcept in our hearts and minds.Are we candles, which offer less light and warmthbut can be shared without diminishing the original light?Are…

  • 5 Poems by Yongbo Ma

    5 Poems by Yongbo Ma

    Ode to Chance It is early winter, and the room is colder than outside.The tattered screen window still clings to the frame.Dust and cobwebs filter the cold air. The osmanthus no longer breathes out fragrance,having stopped growing. For eleven years—it is the first time I’ve noticedthis prisoner trapped between two…

  • 2 Short Stories by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

    2 Short Stories by Kelly Sauvage Moyer

    Dawn Marcie steps out onto her patio garden and into a gray haze that mutes the morning sun. She hasn’t heard of any wildfires burning nearby, but, then again, she pays little attention to the news. When she turns on the spigot, she gets mere dribbles and figures she’ll try…

  • W. M. Pienton’s “Swampscott Fitzgerald” Is Available for Purchase!

    W. M. Pienton’s “Swampscott Fitzgerald” Is Available for Purchase!

    “The price is your childhood magic. If you agree, your worldview will change radically. You’ll see things very differently.” Swampscott Fitzgerald is a seven-year-old boy. He sees a world of magic. When his cat is killed in an accident, he leaves on a quest to bring it back to life.…

  • She was a sea dancer by John Coyote

    She was a sea dancer by John Coyote

    She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands. She sought laughter and…