Tim Parks

By Brad Shaw Falling down the stairs wasn’t something Nancy had on her agenda for the day. Not on her to-do list, errands to run, or even a thought that crossed her mind. Yet, it still happened. And fell was a generous word. Pushed was more like it.   But by who, or what, she would never know. Did someone leave marbles on the first step down? Did those fucking squirrels, as she called them, chuck acorns at her, just as her foot hit the top step? The obvious culprit would be snow and its icy...

Creative of the Month Stephanie Daniel Idyllwild, Ca. -How did you become interested in becoming a creative person? ​ ​ I’ve known since I was little that I needed to do something creative to be happy. I was always drawn to art, design, and anything that allowed me to make something with my hands. Creativity has always felt like an essential part of who I am—it’s how I express myself and connect with the world. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else; being artistic isn’t just a career choice...

By Jeffrey Parish The Heist. The blue, perfectly preserved frozen bodies, and the black bag of stolen cash, sat huddled together in the corner.  Frank and Alfred could never catch a break.  The End.