Hot Car by Bogdan Dragos

“The safest way to kill a small child,” she told him, “is, of course, to leave it in a hot car.” He scratched his head. Thought about it “Since you didn’t murder it directly,” she went on, “and only due to pure ignorance, your punishment is going to be almost nothing.” “But, wouldn’t it be…

Pressure by Bogdan Dragos

she slept with a small, thin Batman plushie between her breasts and often woke up with it soaked in sweat The poor Batman looked diseased, crushed, and suicidal. Clearly he was facing a villain he could not hope to defeat It was the dreams that made her sweat so There was much pressure in her…

A Bouquet of Blood Roses by Bogdan Dragos

even the full moon felt like a spotlight above him It made him sweat in the cold night as he wandered the streets Nothing too out of the ordinary about him. Just an average guy wearing average clothes and carrying a rather thick strand of hair in his breast pocket crimson red and long as…

Naming Ceremony by Britta Benson

She called this child ‘Dandelion’, after the only thing that would thrive in her dump of a garden. No poppy here, no marigold, not even a daisy. She was done with them and hoped, her youngest daughter would be resilient, like the bright yellow wildfire weed, that spread across the street, ready to conquer the…

The Law of Luck by Bogdan Dragos

the last bar brawl left him without a chunk of his upper lip and a nose busted beyond recognition now his whole face was swollen like he was wearing a cheap rubber mask his opponent used brass knuckles it seemed. Getting shot probably wouldn’t have hurt as much but luckily he kept his teeth Actually…

The Way to Worship the Devil by Bogdan Dragos

the black metal was blasting in the speakers but the painted faces on her wallpapers no longer grinned at her and no longer whispered too bad, the drugs wore off Well, the best part about living with grandpa was that she could simply get out in the middle of the night dressed however she wanted…

Face Behind Bars by Bogdan Dragos

her hair made her face look like it was always behind bars or trapped in barbed wire Nothing could get through those thin bars but the mouth of the bottle as it joined hers strands of hair would get inside her mouth and between her lips and into the bottle and she wouldn’t care one…

This Species has to be Killed in its Infancy by Bogdan Dragos

the kid handed him a piece of paper and asked, “Can we put this one on the fridge?” It wasn’t a drawing “What’s this?” he asked There were words written on it I am getting in my car and I’m driving very far Following the star of my dreams It seems my destiny awaits as…

Already Talking like a Real Man by Bogdan Dragos

their deaths were four days apart first went father and then mother And now the dark smoke took the shape of a cat and clung to his shoulder, digging sharp claws into his tender flesh “It hurts,” he cried “Oh, shut up,” the smoke cat said, “Be a man. In this world only the strong…

What the Shadow Eats, the Shadow Becomes by Bogdan Dragos

A great shadow seems to have tripped and fallen over these memories like a thing alive and hungry How lucky it is to have stumbled upon such treasure I feel it eating right now, like a famished animal filling its belly with chunks not even chewed It’s eating her face and I can no longer…

Allergies by Bogdan Dragos

“Are you trying to kill me?” his mother screamed. “Are you trying to fucking kill me!?” He backed away. “Mom, please.” “Shut up! You brought a cat. A cat! Of all things. In the house! Knowing full well of my allergies. That is a declaration, young man. A declaration that speaks very loud. You are…

Feeble Door by Bogdan Dragos

Such a feeble door it was a joke like made of cardboard it stayed ajar and the rusty knob was barely hanging to it it didn’t actually work and there was no locking it either the only thing that made it close was its misalignment with the frame It just kinda pushed into the frame…

It’s All a Game by Bogdan Dragos

but what are we alive for if not to play and enjoy games life itself is but a game and the best at it are those who don’t grow up, those who can still view it as such She tried to teach her four children this truth that’s why she brought them into the backyard…

SURPRISE by Michael Walters

She looked into the box.  Her eyes widened, and she violently closed the box back up. Until that moment, she had felt in control, but now? Reaching for the duct tape, she began wrapping the box in layer after layer Pretty soon she ran out of tape leaving the box completely covered Relaxing a bit,…