April 21, 2025
I’d only been potentially attracted before, which is a much easier situation to be in. But then, just as things were escalating in just the right way, the hotometer started ringing louder than it had ever rung before.
April 19, 2025
Sometimes I wished I had a little device implanted in me that told me whether or not the men I passed every day found me attractive. That would have saved me a lot of rejection and wasted time, you know?
April 12, 2025
Combine the ground beef with the soup.
Use the bowl – the one she got from her grandmother.
Cut up the onion. Don’t worry. You have no tears left.
March 31, 2025
Commitment used to mean something in America. A promise was a promise. Where I come from you don’t renege on a deal and cast someone aside the minute something better comes along.
March 28, 2025
Mesu Andrews’ 2022 release, Potiphar’s Wife, takes the reader back to ancient Egypt with the Biblical story of Joseph and Potiphar’s Wife. We meet Potiphar’s wife […]
March 23, 2025
Maureen regarded this with mixed feelings. She thought she ought to want to see her oldest friend, May, but things…had changed.
March 15, 2025
Who doesn't love a a good whodunnit? We love mysteries, particularly cozy mysteries, and so we've gathered some fabulously fun short fiction in the genre. Read tales of intrigue and curiosity in our short special issue: Elementary, My Dear Marple.
March 9, 2025
She was a bit abrasive from word one, however that abrasiveness turned into tenacity. That quality hooked me so hard that I caught myself several times holding my breath, as I was reading.
March 7, 2025
It was just another day, just another plank – neither harder nor easier to lift than most, the nail heads groaning as they were left behind like tiny square-headed sentinels.
So, seeing a cylinder in red Morocco leather on the dry earth lying as simply as if this day was entirely foreseen, Yannis was unable to move, heart racing, confused by this intrusion into the normal pattern of his days.
March 6, 2025
The peacock was now an intermittent visitor to the garden at Sakoonat-e-Siddiqui, just as Sumaira’s cheerfulness had become more and more an occasional companion. She couldn’t help drawing a comparison between the bird seeking out her garden and her wellbeing seeking the outdoors.
February 27, 2025
Sumaira came out onto the veranda to the shrill scream of a peacock. The bird sat resplendent and angry in the garden looking at the house like a baneful beast. Sumaira was gripped in a flux of emotions as she caught her breath watching the iridescence of its plumage in the morning sun. She also felt a rush of anxiety raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
February 23, 2025
When the endless labour ahead tormented him, Yannis told himself to remember cycling up long hills when instead of looking ahead to the summit, he panted with desire to reach the top and freewheel down. He looked at the kerbstones and counted mortar joints, and when he rested, he found himself surprised at how far he had climbed.