Director’s Cut by R D Doan Monty could almost taste the blood that needed to be spilled. His skin crawled with anticipation, but he was trapped in his director’s seat filming yet another abhorrent take in what should be the last scene in his first feature film. They’d reshot this scene at least a dozen…

Fatsy Noodles by Robert Kostanczuk   And so it came to be that Nan and Kix ended up at the godforsaken Destree barn. The descent into night, the whipping rain and their frantic plight had brought them there. As the thunder roared and rumbled outside, the partners in crime caught their breath and gathered their…

Before the Gingerbread Stales by Matt Athanasiou   The gingerbread man cooled on a wax sheet. Georgia’s thumb skimmed over the scissors she had cut wrapping paper with. A snip-snip, and tlick-tlick would go the little man’s arms and legs on the tabletop—but it was just gingerbread, of no harm to her like real men.…

Tick Tock Goes the Clock by Lisa Brand Every passing day I notice my eyes drifting to the clock. I want it to be another hour, another day, just not the time it is now. Humans are impatient like that, I suppose. We wish to control time. We all have wanted to control time at…