Category Archives: Fiction

Night School by David Sandner and Jacob Weisman As Robert’s grades dipped his high school math teacher, Mr. Crump, began appearing to him at night, sitting in the same style chair he had in the zoom classroom during the day. … Continue reading →

Mean Something by Alex Sobel I’ve never seen this man’s particular set of garments before, but I’ve run into enough men of God’s over-the-top outfits to pick one out of a crowd. “This is Mr. Marquez,” Lena says, placing a … Continue reading →

The Ice Fields of Titan by Harold R. Thompson On Thursday, I called my dad. “Hey, what’s new?” he said. It was what he always said when I called. I’d rehearsed my lines, but now I felt that old awkwardness, … Continue reading →

Éclairs for Elodie by Jameyanne Fuller Pierre doesn’t sleep the night after the accident. He stays down in the bakery and makes éclairs instead, because Elodie loves—she loved—éclairs. The sticky glaze, then the light crunch of the pastry, and finally … Continue reading →

Star’s End by A. Reid Johnson    Catherine swept her hands across the control board. Green lights shone across the Omuma’s bridge displays. “Wormhole criticality at 92%; ready for deinsertion.” Next to her in the captain’s chair, Tark engaged the … Continue reading →

Stray by Michael Compton One had a Schnauzer. One had a Jack Russell. One had a Malinois, but it looked like a German Shepherd to me. One had a cockapoo, which sounds kind of like a cockaTOO, except it’s a … Continue reading →

Human Connections by Kaitlin McCloughan The Game was designed for us. For four bodies, not four people. It’s a thing of beauty when done right—the ball flying from one hand to another and another and then swish, swish, swish into … Continue reading →

All for the Egg of a Dragon by James Robert Steinhaus The copper-headed baton came down. The sound of cracking ribs echoed through the room. He screamed. “Caster, tell me now where that egg is, or I’ll have Brother Bo … Continue reading →

A Breath of Hope by Tyler Bourassa “Magic is dead,” the old man moaned, cradling two halves of a broken staff to his chest. A spattering of purple droplets encircled him, glittering faintly in the dim light of his study, … Continue reading →

Leaden Prayers by John Burridge When Joshi saw the two outlander men taking their morning meal in the yard of Southshore’s only inn, she knew they were the season’s first pilgrims. Every year, at the end of the dry season, … Continue reading →