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By Basta Part One: The Scent of the Hippopotamus “Are you missing a hippopotamus?” Iris asked. She spoke quietly into her earbud as she multi-tasked, flipping through her list of sources for her actual assignment. Working the metro desk for The Washington ... More »
By Mark Budman Little Red Riding Hood was driving her Meals on Wheels car through the forest when she saw the Big Bad Wolf standing by his truck, trying to fix a flat. Big mouth and belly, puny paws. Pathetic. He didn’t even wear a mask. Asshole. MAGA hat an... More »
by Dan Geddes Arthur was chatting with his old friend, Professor David Denkins, who was visiting him in Amsterdam. They sat at the Grand Café Spinoza drinking strong Dutch coffees, and gazing up at the beams of the high wooden ceiling. Arthur and “Den... More »
By E. A. Bourland A long time ago there were an unhappy people who lived in a desolate land. They eked a living by farming and herding. The only water came from slight winter rains and a creek that ran through their land and nearly vanished in mid-summer. Ther... More »
by Timothy Braatz 1. Red Wave Tuesday night. What a fiesta! Sharon’s famous guacamole. Country music on Mike’s stereo. White string lights on their back patio. Then Sharon brought out the main course. The dishes had little labels. Trump Tacos. Pence Pozole... More »
by Helga Hewston “Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful—that’s what matters to me.” —Steve Jobs The Wall Street Journal, May 25, 1993 November 2017 The ghost of St... More »
By Casey Alexander The tour guide marched them into the gift shop for the third time in an hour. Pen and pencil sets, car covers, and inflatable wading pools bore the logo of The College of Alfred and Larry. Ashley’s father bought her a thermos; she wondered... More »
By Anthony Manganaro The balloon erupted in mid-air, and the three dwarfs fell to their deaths. It was the end of the day, and the end of them. They’d lived only eight years, but it was still a sad sight to the residents of Ourton. For these, my dear grandch... More »
by Jeffrey Meyers After reading Igor’s flattering obituary I remembered his real character. He was a friend and, in the end, became intolerable. His gradual transformation from weirdness to madness was fearful and tragic. We first met when I was a grad... More »
By Helga Hewston Prologue The following fictional tale is conjured up from a few true events. In 2008, Condoleezza Rice, then US Secretary of State, visited Libya and was a guest of its leader, Colonel Moammar Gaddafi. During her state visit, Rice was presen... More »
by Clark Zlotchew Introduction June 5, 2030: As all Americans and citizens of the “Developed Nations” are vividly aware, it is of the utmost importance to be Politically Correct. In today’s Western Civilization, political correctness on the part of a... More »