Category Archives: Fiction

He Grows Up by Janna Layton I’m an adult, I’m an adult, I’m an adult, Pete Stuart thinks as he scans six-packs and the components of s’mores and places them in the customers’ stained cotton tote. He makes sure to place … Continue reading →

Pre-Existing Conditions by Blaize M. Kaye Above, a gigantic metal ark accelerates. Below, bathtime. 523 Days post-launch “Dad, what is thinking?” David kneels before a bathtub filled with warm water, bubbles, bath toys, and the five-year-old girl with brown hair … Continue reading →

The Lighthouse Keeper’s Last Vigil by Kai Holmwood It had been years—maybe decades—since the Lighthouse Keeper had thought to wonder what happened to the ships full of sailors who lost all memories of who they were or where they were … Continue reading →

Teenage Mutant Mental Hurdles by George Evans 6/15/2022 This is not a horror story. This is not a horror story because Dread Creature Veith is NOT A HORROR. He is my son. He is NOT a horror, whatever the fishermen … Continue reading →

What’s Written in the Cards by Deborah L. Davitt The cards smelled musty and wrong, like the interior of a pensioner’s home. That was the first thing Winifred noticed as she removed them from the antique box she’d found in … Continue reading →

The Elevator Case by Kit Gadgitar We could see five planets and an infinite number of stars, but no one cared because they needed the restroom. “EEC can’t just hold us here.” I crossed my legs, stiff from four hours confined … Continue reading →

Time Has No Memory by Aeryn Rudel The Late Cretaceous is hotter than the other periods I’ve visited. My dossier says it’s because of all the volcanic activity. I can’t see any volcanoes from my campsite, which is on the … Continue reading →

The Dola and the Saint by Bruce Golden The storm was relentless. For hours the ship swayed and jerked until she was sure she’d be sick. Her brother and sister had already succumbed to the constant pitch and roll, heaving … Continue reading →

The Forgotten Bard by Michael Ashlock It was quite a walk on the Sunset Strip to audition at the Roxy, at least for people in this world. I used to walk wherever I went. It seemed like such a long … Continue reading →

“Who Is Quizmo Cartada?” by Alma Alexander It was the last day of the year and things had piled up. My secretary, Edith Brownlow, had gone on “leave of absence” back in October, and by this stage (3:58 PM on … Continue reading →