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August 09, 2020
General Stories Schubert

The Last Shift

Danny switched on the kitchen light and peered at the clock on the wall above the cooker. It was 5.10am, the middle of Winter and two hours before the central heating came on. Butch opened one bloodshot eye, gave Danny a token wag, sighed and settled down…
August 09, 2020
Flash Fiction Andrei Sisman

Drop, Drop,Drop

Balance, in all things, the monk thought, his face calm and serene, as pea-sized drops of rain pounded the surface of his scalp like a drum. The world around him buzzed with static, yet his mind was like a lake on a summer day. He assumed the lotus position,…
August 09, 2020
Crime Stories Leroy B. Vaughn

Where'd Shirley Go?

He thought he was going to throw up as he staggered to his feet and headed towards the bathroom. Rasmussen splashed water on his face and drank water by cupping his hands and drinking from the faucet. He went back to his bedroom and looked around for Shirley,…
August 09, 2020
General Stories Stephen Faulkner

How It Was

I have often been asked how it was, how it came to be that I did what I did in the way that I did it. Often I will tell whoever has asked such a question that I have been driving for over thirty years and I have always been a very good and conscientious…
July 26, 2020
General Stories Lucy Maybelle

A Reputable Reptile Establishment

“When it feels like your world is ending, maybe it’s just beginning.” This I read in some tone-deaf article about the current state of the world; the equivalent of “keep your chin up!” for the modern depressive. And I wish I could believe it. Truly, I do. I…
July 26, 2020
Mystery Stories John Brady

Winter's Walk

White ribbons in a white landscape. The county doesn’t sand the roads except where they meet and that doesn’t happen much, so the snow gets packed down hard and stays. It won’t melt till spring. Climate change fucks up the weather lots of places but not up…
July 26, 2020
Fantasy Stories Michael Thirlaway

Waveless Ocean

The sailless ship glided smoothly across the waveless ocean. Captain Blake Osric looked over at the crew, each performing their mundane tasks, confused at how the ship was moving without wind. The vast smooth sea stretched in all directions, endless. It…
July 25, 2020
Flash Fiction C Alexis

For Hire

I was sitting, sipping my coffee, swiping my iPhone, when my eyes focused on the cork bulletin board immediately to my right. At the top, in black upper case letters were the words, “For Hire.” One particular card drew me to its interesting font, which looked…
July 25, 2020
Fantasy Stories Charles West

A New Prometheus

“Sit here, Mary, there is someone I want you to meet,” Jane said. “Who?” “You will see. It is someone famous. You will be very impressed.” Mary deferred to her step sister and sat down. There was another vacant chair with a small round table between them.…
July 25, 2020
Romance Stories Patric Quinn

Life on West 4th Street

"Hey, good evening, Frank. How’s the Farrell column going." "Going pretty good today, Pipes. Just finished. I know it’s late, but I just felt like coming out for awhile. Say hello if you were working." "Coming down here, 4th Street?" Pipes’ smile showed he…
July 25, 2020
Flash Fiction Walt Giersbach

The Lawyer Saw Green Until He met Red

Our Tullahoma Tigers weren’t all that hot as a football team. Or even lukewarm, but it was the last thing holding our dying town together now that the mill is closing. However, the real reason all the townspeople close up their shops and houses and come out…
July 19, 2020
Fantasy Stories Katya Kastro

The Year The Virus Came [Editor's Choice]

Lily was annoyed and upset. Her mom switched her virtual reality helmet into school mode and while Lily’s friends were chilling on some Australian or Brazilian beach, she was locked in her room. Lily’s mom won’t unblock the helmet until the homework is done.…

 

 

Three hours… Three hours had passed, and Tony was becoming increasingly anxious.

"HEYY!"  His voice rang out through the valley.

"HHEEYYYYYYY!?"  It was pointless, and Tony knew it.

The only signs of life were the stars, and as beautiful as they were, those glistening balls of gas offered no solution to his situation.

As he lay there, in a tangled mess of rubber, and scrap metal, he could not help but laugh; his parents were right, he had been the cause of his own demise.

 

The turning point of Tony’s life had began less than twelve months ago, when an impending realization had occurred, after suffering a debilitating injury.  Spending six months essentially sedentary, excluding the frequent trips to the hospital.  Months spent lying in his bed, sprawled on the couch, or slumped on the floor had taken their toll on his mental state.  Tony figured he was just going through a rough patch; however, his General Practitioner disagreed, slipping a wad of prescription pads in his hand as he ushered Tony and his crutches out of his office.

 

“What is wrong with me?” He wondered.
“Why is this happening to me?” Anxious thoughts jostling about, which he seemed to have all but lost control of.  It was a clear Tuesday afternoon in late April, the sun cast long dark shadows across the concrete jungle.  The light piercing Tony’s eyes through the spaces between the buildings brought back fond memories of family camping trips, playing flashlight tag, and the sweet crackle of a perfectly roasted marshmallow.  Tony had paused in an opening next to a used car dealership, reminiscing of simpler times.

BEEEP BEEEEP
“Woodstock was 35 years ago ya hippie!” An obscenity yelled from a passing car quickly brought him back to reality.  There would be no more family camping trips, and things in life were becoming increasingly complicated by the day.

 

Glancing down at his watch, Tony figured he had about thirty minutes of daylight left.  Quickly doing the math in his head, he set off toward the chemist at a pace he felt he had not travelled at in many months.  I’m going to open her up, see what these babies can do! He thought, laughing at the quote from one of his favourite movies.  As he neared the chemist, his heart skipped a beat as he contemplated what kind of drugs are they giving me today?

“Hi there, I have these scripts I need filled please.”  The lady behind the counter approached cautiously, inspecting every inch of his person,
“Certainly young man, and do you have some form of photo identification on you?”  Her pitch seemed to waver as she spoke,
“I do.” He quickly replied,
“Could I see it then?”
“Why do you need to see my ID?  My name is written on all four of those scripts.” It had been a long day, and Tony just wanted to be back home, resting his leg.

The lady behind the counter seemed puzzled, but persisted with her request,
“How on earth are we supposed to know that the name on the scripts matches your name? You could have just nabbed these from someone on the street, God knows what people like you would do to get their hands on these meds.”  She spat back with a stare that pierced Tony like a needle through a nub of warm cheese.  
“Okay… Lady… Maybe next time try speaking in full sentences from the beginning, and we can avoid the embarrassment of you losing it like 2007 Brittney Spears.” Smirking as he handed the chemist clerk his drivers license.
“Take a seat Mr.… Benton” Glancing down at the scripts for a name, “we’ll call you when they’re ready.”

As he slumped into the plastic sofa, a sinking feeling came over him; he knew that he would be waiting for a while.

 

Tony had always been involved in extreme sports, not letting a day of health go by without pushing his limits.  Most recently he had been all engrossed by Downhill Mountain biking.  The idea of a man on a two-wheeled horse, traversing the nooks and crannies of a mountainside with immense speed appealed to his adventurous side.  The images of his first and only trip on his new bike flashed through his mind; it was at that point he knew he would have to overcome the mountain that stole the last nine months of his life.

 

Everybody he spoke to said that he was crazy, that he had finally gone and lost his marbles.

 

Ring Ring
Answering his phone without a thought to check who was on the other end, he was assaulted with a familiar voice,

“Now listen here Tone.” A name that only one person had ever called him.
“I hear you’re in a bit of a bad way.  Nine months trapped inside a dusty old house’ll do that to a bloke, y’ know.”  Uncle Joe was the self-proclaimed family psychiatrist, graduating from the University of Uncle Joe, with a Bachelor of life in 2003.
“He’s just like his father was at that age…  Young, dumb and full of completely stupid ideas… He’s gonna get himself killed that boy.”  He heard Aunt Rita chime in from the background.  
“Listen Joe, this isn’t something that I am considering doing, or something that I might do if the weather permits.  This is something that, if I don’t do it, I may not ever be myself again.  I know that you, Rita, hell even Mum ‘n Dad think I’m crazy.  But I have a conviction that a life lived in fear is a life half lived, and that is not how I want to spend my days on this Earth.” There was silence.

“Tone.”

“Tone!  Ya still there?” 
“Yes, Joe, what? Clenching his eyes to stem the impending onslaught of tears.

“Your Mother, your Father, they said if you ever answered our call, to tell you they love you.” Tony couldn’t hold the floodgates any longer, and tears burst forth.  “They are scared that you are turning into your own judge, jury, and executioner.  Don’t make the same mistakes that your Father did.”  Echoed silence rang out over the phone line.
“You’ll see Uncle…”

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Lachlan is a budding young writer, who's biggest struggle is finding time to put pen to paper. Spending his time studying, working, or out and about Brisbane, Australia.  Still relatively new to the writing game, we look forward to future instalments.

 

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