Serial Killer

By: Megan Cramer

She was a serial killer. Her victims always began green, lush and fragrant, bursting forth with life and vibrancy. But under her malignant care they drooped, wilted, molted, and gravity dragged them to the ground. Petals flaked off like snowflakes and leaves shriveled and detatched themselves from the once-seemingly muscular stem. She maniacally loved these bald and dismembered plants, which sagged like old crones’ breasts. The best part: she didn’t have to do a damn thing. She just had to forget to water them and place them in a dark part of the house. Murder accomplished! Another job well done!

Time Explained

By: Steve Fite

Maybe you just.  Don’t. Just for tonight.

It’s just one night.

And tomorrow, too.  After all, the same reason you couldn’t tonight applies tomorrow, too.

And after you get through tomorrow and see the world hasn’t stopped and you’re still living, maybe it’ll be okay if you don’t the day after that, either.

Or the day after that.

But you’ll get back to it the next day.  

Unless that thing comes up.  The thing never stopped you before, but there’ll be time this weekend.

But you’re tired this weekend.  

NEXT weekend.  For SURE.

And that is where your life went.

Just a Bike

By: Ed Dzitko

Out in the garage, Kelsey limped toward the two wheeler. Dad was right. It was just metal, rubber, and plastic. It wasn’t mean or out to hurt her. It was just a bike, and it came to life only when she made it go.

Kelsey had learned to balance on the grass, so the hard spill she took on the street surprised her. The scrape on her leg had hurt like nothing she’d ever remembered feeling. And when Mom cleaned it…

Nope, not there. I can do this. She turned the handlebars and walked out to meet her friends.

The Argument

By: Steve Fite

Arguments start simply enough.
One party gets upset by something. Or maybe it’s a bunch of somethings that came to a head and suddenly it seems like the one thing is far more important than it might be.

The other party is confused.
But then they start thinking that if the other person is upset by this, what about all the other things that they let slide by because it didn’t seem important enough to get into an argument.
And now they’re both in an argument armed with the ammunition of everything that singularly didn’t seem worthy of an argument.

Hamster Wheel

By: Adam Donshik

Monotony. Step after step. Quickly going nowhere. Step. Boredom permeates every emptying pore. Step. The grunting ox on the left and huffing cow on the right equally grating: fingernails slowly scraping across the mind’s overfilled chalkboard. Step. Why am I here? Step. Doubt seeps in. Step. She’s cute. Step. Shit, she saw me. Step. Anxiety washes in. Step. Do I need a colonoscopy this year or next year?  Step. If x = -3 is 36 the answer to ƒ (x) = 2(x)2−5(x) + 3? Step. Step. Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing? Bullshit! 

Step. 

Step. 

Time!

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