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Author: Stephanie Nolasco
First Published in: 03/02/06
Excerpt: It was a cool Sunday evening, one of the warmest days in February.
Despite the positive weather change of this bitter month, I was shivering like a
dying leaf, ready to fall from a branch's grasp. While walking on the quiet streets of
Amsterdam Avenue, I looked at each building number attentively, hoping to find
number 209. Lizzy was expecting my visit and truthfully, I wanted to get this over
with. 201, 203, 205, 207…209. My breath became short and my heart was beating like
drums being played at Columbus Circle subway station. Sweat beads slowly dripped
from my freshly shaven armpits, down to my fingertips. I turned the next page of the
notebook I was holding, avoiding to smudge previous writings. There was no
turning back, especially when the subway station was 8 blocks away on a hill.
Besides, what would my cousin Lizzy think of me for not coming over as I
First Published in: 02/13/06
Excerpt: I’d met her in what now has become a quite commonplace way to meet the
other sex but a much different way than what I was used to. How do we usually
meet people? We tell our friends we are either bored with our current lover or the
relationship is headed nowhere or we just don’t share the same ideals. Then your
friends, either out of sympathy or some abject sense of propriety for those of theirs
who are available introduce you to each other. I met her much the same way I did
you, my mysterious friend, through a chat room on the internet.
First Published in: 02/12/06
Excerpt: Sea waves lifted and lowered him kindly and playfully like a cork. Kicking
with his legs in tepid water, he enjoyed the comfort of weightlessness. Just when he
decided to turn toward the coast, a vivacious polka blasted him out of his bed. He
slammed the button of the radio alarm clock and yawned widely.
First Published in: 06/20/05
Excerpt: I’d heard stories about him before. Something having to do with a Perkins
Restaurant in Florida, when Christine and her siblings were kids. He’d flown into a
rage and slammed the ketchup bottle onto the glass table top, sending a crack
straight down the middle.
First Published in: 03/19/05
Excerpt: Robert’s hands were on the wheel, and he looked around the car panicked.
He could only see well in front of him where the headlights shined, but he could
see a few feet behind him in the taillights’ red glow. And he could see about twenty
feet at either side of the car into the woods on both sides.
But he didn’t see the kid.
First Published in: 05/11/04
Excerpt: Our eyes meet for a second and before I knew it I was scanning her face.
Embarrassment began to appear on my forehead. It was a moment I’m sure she
experienced before, being looked at and judged for her freakish face.
Author: Bryan Rindfleisch
First Published in: 05/11/04
Excerpt: Hey, you know that thing called happiness? Yeah, c’mon, it’s only a false
sense of security to lull everyone into a content stupor so that we don’t rely on
our more negative attributes.
First Published in: 05/11/04
Excerpt: My body is dragging through this day and I have a test tomorrow that I
haven’t studied for nearly enough. I went to bed late last night because I was up
doing homework, but I know I could have chosen to do things differently earlier in
the week so that I wouldn’t be having this problem now.
First Published in: 11/11/03
????: Expect the unexpected at Brew City Magazine. This one's a special, something
original and different than the normal fiction. ~The Editor
First Published in: 11/11/03
Excerpt: After all the bullshit with the Tillsville cops, Chaz figured he’d better lay
low. The interrogations were brutal, what with Detective Blanch grilling him like a
burger on a bbq. And that damnable Police Chief Daniels wanting to toss his ass in
the clink on Suspicious Conduct.
First Published in: 09/15/03
Excerpt: The automatic doors at the entrance to Huntington Hospital open
silently when Agent Harold Roberts approaches. Sterile vapors tickle his
nose, making him chuckle. His laughter echoes in the deserted lobby,
reminding him that he is alone.
First Published in: 09/15/03
Excerpt: Theresa peeked out from behind the pillow. “Thurmond. Thank God it’s only
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 3
Excerpt: “God, I hate having to come out here.” Lewis scowled at the rows
of decaying warehouses and abandoned apartment buildings. “Damn Waste
Detail. They oughta burn the whole area; sterilize it and get it over with.”
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 3
Excerpt: I hear the sound of hoofbeats from below my window. I stop
brushing my hair and look at the mirror above my table. Hmm, I sigh happily,
marveling at the beauty of my reflection.
Author: John Kiel Alexander
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 3
Excerpt: Cynthia left David after four months of what he would have
unequivocally qualified as bliss. She said something about the relationship
becoming stagnant, about them “moving in different directions.”
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 3
Excerpt: He crept in the darkness and shadows, watching and waiting for his
prey. He didn't like himself, was even on the verge of hating himself, but he
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 3
Excerpt: When I watched the Spiderman movie, my stomach had turned acidic by
the time the contrived feature reached its two-dimensional end. I suppose my hopes
were overly inflated, for I expected better.
Author: Jeremy Strav and Pek Shi Bao
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: It was just any ordinary Friday, in the perfectly ordinary month of May. A
perfectly ordinary temperature outside, neither too hot or too cold. The roads were
empty, devoid of any traffic.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: I was on my way home from school when I first caught sight of the cat, a
tiny black shadow slinking along the side of the road, on the edge of the small wood
that flanked my left side as I walked.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: “I will tell you,” he said in a voice they all could hear, a language they could
all understand, “how I came to be. It is only fair that I do so before I kill you.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: The seasons had changed from warm to the icy cold creeping inside through
the windows and under the door. It shrank to infiltrate the tiniest space, searching out
the smallest crack only to expand and fill the room with spindly fangs.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: She sat there. Just sat. Numb, that’s all she felt, numb. “Why?” she wondered.
How did they expect her to understand at the young age of thirteen?
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 2
Excerpt: The Cat shifted his paws awkwardly. The dust began to accumulate between
his claws and pads. His tail groomed the dirt and his eyes sang songs of alienation.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 1
Excerpt: Seth strolled past the entrance to the nightclub. He told
himself that he did not feel like going in anyway. The place tended to
overdo the lights and the crazy mood.
First Published in: Volume 1, Issue 1
Excerpt: "Hannah had been dead for seven years the morning Ryan
Hanover looked out his kitchen window and saw her truck coming up
the long, dusty drive to his home."
Author: Thomas J. Misuraca
First published in: Volume 1, Issue 1
Excerpt: "Death is said to be the Sister of Sleep. So close that they are
in fact twins. Sleep is a little piece of Death; Death is the eternal Sleep. If
this is so, then the line between them must be thin."
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