Henry knocked on his 8th door that morning. The woman of the house answered, still dressed in her bedclothes, with chopsticks through her hair bun. A remote worker rather than a stay-at-home mom. The latter at least take the time to look presentable before answering to a stranger.

This initial assessment was essential, as he used it to gauge which of the dozen memorized scripts he’d start with. The company believed using the right script equaled making a sale, but in his experience it didn’t really matter. Whoever first told him these bibles would sell themselves was the real salesman.

The scale of the world is different here. Distances become impossible, the sky so expansive the Earth no longer fills it, the fence posts that line the highway fly by until they blur into a constant.

But no matter how long I keep driving, I never touch the horizon.

The fire blew the windows into the street, and pedestrians ran from the area. I entered the house with my fellow firefighters, and the intense heat hit me like a weight. In the distance I could hear someone yelling for help.

I went back inside, and we extinguished the fire.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Rick stumbled into the alleyway hoping no one would notice him puking. The retching sounds could be heard one block over. He got back in his police car and drove away.

Just another night in the big American city.

Sebastian and Miranda scurried out of the shade to their makeshift white board, a section of ground where they’d used branches and whatever detritus was at hand to spell out the word, “HELP!” But the passenger plane was too high and too fast to notice them amid the long expanse of nothingness that constituted their home.

“As long as we have NPR on the radio, we’ll survive.”

“Look, Ed. the Sun’s coming out.”

“Your hair’s a mess…You know birds. They’d rather splatter you after your shampoo, not now.”

From Guest Contributor David Sydney

One morning, the adults of Sycamore woke up to find that all of the children had disappeared. There were no signs of abduction or notes left behind and, even more curious, it appeared that many of them had packed bags of clothes and favorite belongings before they departed.

-Your children”

One summer, I went to Circus Camp. As an acrobat, I was overcome by terror, lost my grip on the trapeze, and plunged into the net before my partner could grab my ankles. Animals hated me. The dancing horse tried to bite me, and the performing poodles peed on my shoes. I looked hilarious in clown makeup, but my timing was terrible, and I was trampled while exiting the tiny car. I tried juggling and hit myself in the face with the balls. Fortunately, the camp staff were brilliant photographers; the shots they posted on Instagram made my family proud.

From Guest Contributor R.K. West

When I think of the nights we spent together snuggling and planning the future, it makes my stomach ache. How could he have an affair with my sister who I adored. I remember when I walked into the bedroom, Sarah screeched, and Jeff’s mouth dropped. I nearly trampled his cat Muffin fleeing the room. I could hear their footsteps following me down the stairs and calling my name, but I rushed out the door and into my car peeling down the street. I blasted the radio to distract the images of their naked bodies entwined.

Now, I plot my revenge.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Chance traveled to this decade against his will. Yes, he’d complained plenty about how fucked up everything was in his own time. He’d pointed to a number of examples of how society had been better before and that the whole country was doomed if we didn’t get our shit together. But the last time he checked, it was still a free country. He could complain all he wanted. It didn’t mean he actually wanted to teleport back to the past.

How was he to know his wife was building a time machine in their basement just to shut him up?