Theme 05: “Ghosts”
Whispers in the Wind
Flash Fiction by Bartholomew Lamb
“Hans Obershnittzel’s voice rippled down the slopes of the old Evangelical Cemetery to carry its message across the street of chestnut trees in the valley…His powerful voice reverberated in thunder above the city, which lay unaware under the blanket of sleep…”
Windswept
Fiction by David Obuchowski
“He let out another long, exasperated sigh and the sound of it blended seamlessly with that of another gust of wind, which swept across this vast and vacant landscape and that she wished would carry her off to some other life she could no longer even imagine.”
Describe Yourself in Three Words - Explanation with Examples
Micro-fiction by Jake La Botz
“All this to say, I am (IMHO) the perfect candidate for your entry-level position(s)…Unfortunately, not free holidays (esp. Halloween). Available all other days/hours.”
Master Artworks in COVID Times
Digital Art by Donald Patten
Donald Patten is an artist and cartoonist from Belfast, Maine. He creates oil paintings, illustrations, ceramics and graphic novels.
Burnt Ghosts
Poetry by Brad Rose
“Burnt ghosts, carbon black, / what good are our tattoos, / no one can see them?”
Portrait Gallery of Ghosts
Digital Art by Alexander Limarev
“Alexander Limarev, multidisciplinary artist, mail art artist, poet, visual poet and curator from Russia/Siberia.”
The Secret Closet
Fiction by Zary Fekete
“Eventually, the Schubert music led me to a door I’d never noticed before, half-hidden behind a rolling cart and a faded map of the world. The knob turned easily in my hand. Inside: dust, the faint scent of chalk and old paper, a single bulb flickering overhead.”
Three Poems
Poetry by Craig Kirchner
“Torment doesn’t wait for tomorrow, / he shows up tonight on Rofie’s porch, / looking like Stevie Becker, / wearing Robert’s overcoat / and smelling like Jim Beam and Old Spice…”
A Hallowthankmas Visitor
CNF by Vali Hawkins-Mitchell
“A ghost materialized, and I was…nonchalant.”
At the Speed of Sound
Fiction by Sheldon Lee Compton
“Not everyone counts having died as having escaped.”
The One You Called Samhain
Poetry by P D Lyons
“Crows, huddled in the grey fingers of that tree / watching, as if waiting, for something I didn’t have to give…”
The Stroller of Monmartre, Parts I and II
Poetry by Reed Venrick
“…Apparitions drifting through this Paris life, / Smoking too many cigarettes again.”