SHORT STORYThe SquirrelJohn Teel

SHORT STORYThe SquirrelJohn Teel

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He was ugly. He had a giant tail, longer than any I'd ever seen on a squirrel before. His filthy little chest heaved in and out and his mouth was wide open. The strangest thing was his head. Since the latch was open I assumed he tumbled down the chimney, scraping his head as he fell. The hair on top of his head was missing and the skin was blotchy and red. He looked like Peter Boyle if he had been covered in fur. 

A man's life falls apart after a visit from a particuarly vicious rodent in "The Squirrel" from John Teel. 

SHORT STORYFollowing OrdersScott Waldyn

SHORT STORYFollowing OrdersScott Waldyn

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In Scott Waldyn's short story a man meets an unlikely judge. Are we all connected in the food chain? Find out in"Following Orders".

Think. Think! What was the last thing that happened?  His wife’s face sprung to mind again, her lips mouthing those Miranda Lambert lyrics. Her light blue eyes stood out against the deep green backdrop.

The man pushed himself up to his knees, clenching his teeth as every joint eschewed him. He had to have been lying here for hours.  Did they go on some tour, and he just couldn’t remember it? Had he gotten lost somehow? Fallen off a trail?

SHORT STORYLost Kittens at the WindowTrev Hill

SHORT STORYLost Kittens at the WindowTrev Hill

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The baby was lying, naked and blue by the window. Blue as if dead but somehow still alive, writhing and whimpering. Then slowly, it turned its head and stared straight into Maria's face. 

A tale of old-world magic and myth from Trev Hill, "Lost Kittens at the Window". 

SHORT STORYHell is a Place Full of Window ShoppersOlin Wish

SHORT STORYHell is a Place Full of Window ShoppersOlin Wish

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Ever wondered what happens in Hell? Olin Wish explore's an eternity of window shopping in his flash fiction piece, "Hell is a Place Full of Window Shoppers".  

The wife had been waiting with the stroller at the store entrance.  She and the baby had died first.  The kids followed shortly thereafter.  Clean lines, harsh light, and eternity passed at a snail’s crawl in a warehouse for the damned without a dollar to spend or a house to fill with ugly furniture.  Revolving, single file, through a mystical small intestine.  If only they had decided to fly to Disney world instead of drive, he had thought on more than one occasion in those early days. 

SHORT STORYA Sure ThingLou Gaglia

SHORT STORYA Sure ThingLou Gaglia

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Lou Gaglia takes us to a baseball game in his short story "A Sure Thing". After a little girl gets hit by a stray ball, a father considers which risks in life are worth taking.

 "Sometimes it doesn't matter if you're smart or careful," she said. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I thought about the old man and his deer whistle.

SHORT STORYThe PhilanthropistJames H. Duncan

SHORT STORYThe PhilanthropistJames H. Duncan

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James H. Duncan returns to Drunk Monkeys with the short story "The Philanthropist". 

" ... the money went faster than he expected, but he felt lucky now to have that. He intended to blow it all over a weekend, knowing so much more was headed his way in just a few days, but something nagged at him, told him to stick to well drinks and the per-hour motels downtown, to not go crazy just yet." 

SHORT STORYA Roomful of GeniusesHeidi Espenscheid Nibbelink

SHORT STORYA Roomful of GeniusesHeidi Espenscheid Nibbelink

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The crisis began June 21, five months and a day after the third Trump inauguration, his unprecedented extra presidential term the result of a constitutional revamp passed after the Congressional Blockade of 2024, when President Trump ordered the National Guard to chain the doors of the Capitol Building and refused to have any food or water shipped in until the amendment passed.

FLASH FICTIONSuckerZac Locke

FLASH FICTIONSuckerZac Locke

Drunk Monkeys

Because she carelessly wiped her sucker against the bush, the bees came. First, one. Nuzzling into the prickly green bramble-sticks. Attracted by the faint aspartame stickiness perfuming the taught needles’ shiny varnish. Enpapping his little furry beak in his prescribed yet always desperate search for melilotusessence.

SHORT STORYWe RanYolanda Bridges

SHORT STORYWe RanYolanda Bridges

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A story of running, childhood and sibling love in Yolanda Bridges short story "We Ran".

Blamed for my mother’s death, for turning our house into a tomb, and my dad into a man who drove a blue truck.

And for making my sister and me run.

SHORT STORYA Terrible CoincidenceHeather Truett

SHORT STORYA Terrible CoincidenceHeather Truett

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Even the cursed deserve to love, right? Find out in Heather Truett's short story "A Terrible Coincidence".

It was foggy the day my fourth lover died.

I was 25.

The sun had risen at 6:15. Anthony had risen at seven. My alarm wasn’t set, and I didn’t hear him go. I didn’t hear his heavy boots on the stairs or the shrill beeps as he punched in my security code.

 I didn’t hear his car start.

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