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Most excellent CC fans, I’m writing to you this evening to share something I’ve worked on for nearly two years (!). Almost twenty-four months of labor to push this baby into the world. A labor of love and discovery of so many very talented women writers who do their thing every. single. day. This baby…

Aisle Six by Iryna Klishch

You are standing in line at the grocery store, buying eggs and pink frosting for your father’s cake. Suddenly you see her. Your mother. She is looking at the birthday cards. It’s been three years. Your soul is glass. The air smells heavily of lilac and wet prunes. Your head is filled with wasps the…

The Labyrinth by Luiza Oleszczuk

A girl is walking through a forest. The sun is shining through the branches, falling softly on the undergrowth, in braids, like magic. It doesn’t matter much. The girl was told to memorize the path and she has worked very hard on doing so. Still, it doesn’t matter if she strays from it to pick…

Interviewing God by JT Gill

After Grandma died, I sought answers to my questions regarding death in the little prayer books we were each given at Catholic school. Unfortunately, those few words I was able to sound out I didn’t understand, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. “Sir, what happens when we die?” I asked my…

7 Days a Week by Brad Rose

7 Days a Week We called Mason Goodrich Thompson III, “Shorty.” He was 6’5” and you couldn’t miss him in a crowd at the Montgomery County fair, even if you were blind. He stood out. Mason came back from Korea with a set of skills; he could make anything explode. When the church went up…

Three Flash by Jade Freeman

A Stormy Night and Chalk was Missing from the Cupboard The body was never found but the killer did leave a chalk outline of where the body was. Colonel Mustard said there was no gunshot, but that his revolver was missing. The creepy butler said no one entered or left the manor without his knowledge.…

Sleeping with the Fishes by Jonathan Pinnock

He’s late to bed tonight, so he tries to slip between the sheets without waking her. But his knee brushes against something and, without thinking, he apologises out loud. She stirs briefly, mutters, and goes back to sleep. And then he remembers it’s Thursday. Thursday is when she looks after Janice’s fish. He’s OK with…