• St. Arnold’s Support Group (Steph J. Lucas)

    Six women who had each survived the worst night of their lives, sitting in a circle of plastic chairs on a carved stone floor, under vaulted arches sweating with damp, drinking tea and watery coffee from a church-hall urn. Somebody had hung fairy lights along the old stone shelves where the Arnold family had once…

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  • Written Author Inverview w/ Nadi Petrova

    Nadi Petrova, a novelist living in Bali, began writing at 45 after managing a family business for twenty years. Her novels focus on themes of love, family, and the absurdities of life. She emphasizes the importance of honesty in writing and finds fulfillment in connecting with readers through relatable stories.

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  • The Termination Protocols: ARC Copy Release Nov. 2nd!

    Find the ending embedded on the cover of The Termination Protocols to win a prize!

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  • Massage Ladies (Ashley Mangtani)

    My name is Nene. My ID card says Nai, the Thai word for Mister, followed by a long boy’s name my father chose from a monk’s list. I will not write it here, and no Thai law will let me change it.

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  • What Choice Did She Have? (Eric Green)

    Andrea “Andi” Burns opened her emails and was amazed, maybe shocked, by what she saw. It was a positive response to the job application she had sent months ago to a criminal law firm, located in Richmond, California, about 16 miles from downtown San Francisco.

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  • My One of a Kind Roommate (Christine Larrieux)

    There are three things you need to know before you read this.  Firstly, I loved living alone. After years of sharing rooms and dealing with intrusive family members, this was the dream. Second, I was shy and hated engaging in conversation with strangers first. And third, I was a clueless girl and didn’t see the signs.

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  • Pieces About A Small Indiana Factory Town, 1861-1984 (Samuel C. Hasler)

    Colonel Bridges laid my first brick; he slathered the first layer of mortar. To that mortar he added a strong dose of his spittle. From there I rose over the city of Jackson, absorbing it into myself until I became the city, serving to lift the effluence from the works below into the heavens above.

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