By: J. Elizabeth Lawrence Day One The first post-it read: Dearly beloved I have dearly departed. She pushed the bright yellow square against his door and wandered out of the house. The sun was glowing orange on the horizon, announcing the new day. It had been a year and…
By Michael R. Ormand Her hair is black with sparse patches of white, as if she fell into a bag of flour. Her sepia skin is well worn from living the life of a black American. Her body is fat from years of beans and government cheese. She sits…
By Erin Curtice Can't someone kill me... please? I hope you’re out there; maybe some psychic working for the police or someone who has visions. If you can hear me, I’m in Room 217 of the County Hospital. Surrounded by medical staff who marvel at my condition. If only…
“Are you ever going to get over this?” Ed asks me with annoyance. “Unghhh.” I say without looking at him, my tongue angrily probing the hole between two teeth. He knocked one out last summer. Accidentally, we were moving a couch. “What? Oh Jesus, you're not poking at that…
By Kathy Henry Editor note: This was one of our runner-up stories from January's writing contest submissions. Thank you Kathy, well done! x - TJ Everyone thought she was a stupid, uneducated slut. She didn't finish high school or have a job and her only occupation in life was…
By: Taboo Jive Editors I would like to first thank everyone who submitted work to the first month of our 2012 Taboo Jive Fiction Writing Contest. It was an amazing turnout, especially since we didn't offer a huge prize. But, as many of you have probably tried to publish…