FICTION
ISSUE 5
“The Fire of the End”
by Kacey Veiking
A euphoric sense of self came from losing you.
I stand in the room, facing you. We both came here willingly, but what came next will never be recounted in the same light by either of us.
How I see it? You painted these walls with kerosene. The clear liquid dripped on all four walls surrounds us here, you and me, alone. We talk for a bit, but these days, our conversations end in some sort of disagreement that furthers the rift between us.
“Serenity’s Surrender to Self-Care”
by Kristen Giebler
Serenity’s cottage sat at the edge of the world, an ivory relic of a time long forgotten, nestled along the North Carolina shore. The house seemed to inhale and exhale with the wind, its wooden bones creaking in tune with the murmur of the sea. The late afternoon light, soft and dying, spilled across the floors in slanted beams, stretching long like the fingers of something unseen, something hungry.
Drowning– Catherine ‘Cassie’ Hall
“Jack”
by David Robillard
The day started like any other Halloween. You woke up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. You had a perfect idea for a costume this year and were excited to show it off. When you stepped outside, however, you were shocked to find your town entirely devoid of people. There were no cars on the road, no lights on in windows, no sounds of conversation or footsteps. It was as if your town had never been occupied to begin with. Walking down the street near your school, you saw a flickering light from the next street over, and turning the corner, you found a trail of Jack-O-Lanterns leading toward the forest…
“Christopher Rudolph”
by Spencer Blasius
It’s a summer morning in 2009. My name is Christopher Rudolph; I was 8 years old at the time and my dad, Peter Rudolph, was making hot dogs and burgers on the grill for people in the neighborhood to enjoy. He’d do this every Saturday and he was well known in the neighborhood for it…
