Category Archives: Fiction

“The Frost Giants of Maine” by Jeff Reynolds Someone should have told George Simpson it was a mistake to purchase a property in Maine in autumn after the frost giants had left, migrating north to their winter homes. But the … Continue reading →

“Shoes for Little Sap” by Evan A Davis The owl was the first thing I saw when I woke up. She must have been watching me sleep, because she was looking at me too. She didn’t stir, just calmly picked … Continue reading →

“Flash Of Brilliance” by Mark Murata Tayla walked down a corridor on deck 1, ignoring the burnt smell of overloaded wiring and circuits that sparked the flight-or-fight part of her brain. Her fingers jittered. But she had to let the … Continue reading →

“Daring” by Victoria Zelvin Her fingers hover over the keyboard, touching but not pressing. In the dark of her cabin the white of her screen burns. Fingers over the M and E. Shifting a little bit, ready to hit the … Continue reading →

“The Midnight Commuter” by Tammy Komoff Shadows passed over dark fields and pastures, through woods and across frozen dirt roads, slowly descending on the Oakfield train depot that lay on the outskirts of the village. The depot appeared a safe … Continue reading →

“The Living Must Pass” by Tom Howard   The first time, the king sent an eagle with a message saying Prince Georj had been taken and asking for the wizard’s help. Kragen, alone on his mountaintop, felt sorry for Prince … Continue reading →

“Moths in a Fluttering Heart” by Christine Lucas When Maria returned to her village, she found it burned to the ground. Nothing was left of her kinspeople but blackened corpses littered across the village square. She searched around; the moths … Continue reading →

“Jól” by Deborah L. Davitt I was set up to do my holiday baking, a pile of snow-white flour and glossy brown sugar already in the bowl before me, when I went to crack the first egg into it—and instead … Continue reading →

“The Winds of the Mind” by Robert Luke Wilkins “It’s a remarkable piece, Mr. Zaraschel.” Jonathan smiled and nodded. The wealthy and influential milled around the exhibition—it was the first time he’d been in their company. They were the best-dressed … Continue reading →

“The Silver Tree” by Leona R Wisoker Tilling There is a tree in my memory that no longer exists in the real world. It was broad, with many sturdy branches and smooth bark that invited climbing; we called it the … Continue reading →