Three pieces by Mureall Hébert
Rich In Heart
$4,500—an honest accounting error
Franny lined her mattress
too jittery to spend a dime
and spent her nights
sleeping like a queen
Go Go Girl
Sara’s belly unfolded in a blossom of unplanned swelling. Her tattered soul straightened, patched its leaks, and grew steady enough to support her detaching hips.
He groped me during our second date. Bamboo’s Circus. Threadbare lions, two drunk clowns, and a half-naked lady riding bareback. Gold paint can’t change anything.
Mureall Hébert lives near Seattle. Her writing has appeared in Lunch Ticket, Crack the Spine, and Bartleby Snopes, among others. She’s co-editor at Whidbey Writes. You can find her online at http://www.mureallhebert.com and @mureallhebert
Two pieces by Zella Christensen
She dreamed of living in Beverly Hills with the stars, and now she does. She steals her neighbors’ trash and sells it to make rent.
As she strips the ancient house, she blasts Black Sabbath to distract from thoughts of arsenic in the wood, lead in the tacky pink paint.
Zella Christensen writes fiction and poetry, some of which you can find at zellawrites.com. She is still trying to learn how to paint her nails without also painting her whole hand.
Two pieces by Clarissa Adkins
Va Va Voom
You will not miss the clear note on our spotless, fuchsia counter. But me, yes. I’m leaving you all in Miami and heading to Virginia.
Blueberry ice cream was a poor choice at the fall festival. The temperature dropped. Like a sticky scarecrow, hay strode ticketless through the corn maze.
Clarissa wears numerous hats related to reading, writing, and words, including the invisible one she wears while she teaches English to high school students.
Stylenomics by Stephanie Amargi
The boy held the suit to his face and breathed. He was always the best dressed man, they said. He was the best liar too.
Stephanie Amargi lives in Eugene, Oregon with her husband. Her poetry is forthcoming in Foundling Review. She writes about her love for food, words, and being human on her blog https://balsamicvignette.wordpress.com.
Two pieces by Madeline Mora-Summonte
Fade to Black
She’s long legs and attitude.
He notes the baby fat, cheap lip-gloss.
He gives – a smile, a cigarette, a ride, a beating.
He takes – everything.
Lana spills across his lap. Her skin, dark syrup, smothers his gray suit.
He moans. His eyes, shut.
She pauses. His wallet, opens.
Madeline Mora-Summonte is a writer, a reader, a beach-comber and a tortoise-owner. She is the author of the flash fiction collections, The People We Used to Be and Garden of Lost Souls
Ask Me Anything by Kent V Anderson
And then she asks me why I want to marry her.
Is it for her money?
I ask her what the other possible answers are.
Kent V Anderson intends to make this story into a movie. The screenplay might be somewhat longer, with several added characters, including a blind eccentric billionaire, and ending in a dramatic fight scene over a small bottle of colorful liquid which apparently is useful for other things besides cosmetic purposes. Kent would like to play himself, but the other parts are still available.
Fire by Sarah Vernetti
Using her new markers, she drew a girl who looked just like herself. It came to life and pulled her hair. She retaliated with scissors.
Sarah Vernetti lives in Las Vegas.