Category Archives: Fiction

  “The Memory Spider” by Fiona Moore Carrie didn’t notice the cat-sized spider at first, perhaps because she was too busy packing Nancy’s photographs, award certificates, prizes and miscellanea into storage boxes and loading them onto the back of the … Continue reading →

“Stranding Room Only” by Ray Daley I hadn’t seen them cut jets myself. We had gotten word back from one of the tame wharf rats, the young homeless kids who always hung out at the docks, hoping to earn a … Continue reading →

“Quarantine” by Kaylie Night Positive. The white-coated doctor didn’t have to say it aloud. Tripp could see it in her eyes, in the way she clutched her tablet a little too tightly with one hand and brushed her hair behind … Continue reading →

“Land’s End Light”  by Stephen A. Roddewig Spent waves died on the beach, dribbling into dark wet sand and salted pebbles, yet I stood unmoving in the wind. Autumn always brought the storms from the south, which coincided with my … Continue reading →

“Heat of the Moment” by Gordon Linzner “Feck!” Billy Yee leaned to his left.  A shoe soared over the cobbler’s counter, past the ten-year-old’s shoulder, to join the dozen littering the floor.  His grip tightened on the one he’d retrieved … Continue reading →

“Tanya Got a Dragon” by Topher Froehlich Two letters addressed to the North Pole left number Seventeen Seventeen Edgemont Drive, Stonerock, New Jersey, as unalike as their senders. One was written on pink stationary. Every single word had been written … Continue reading →

#buttonsinweirdplaces by Simon Kewin The buttons started to appear on the last day of April, 2022. A six-year-old boy from Nairobi, Jomi Mbenzi, was perhaps the first to spot one. Dawdling along behind his mother, her swaying yellow-orange dress and … Continue reading →

“Vestigial Organs” by R. Overwater A lobster trap. Beaten by a lobster trap. One of the few things that could have possibly ruined tonight. Beaten by a black-and-white photo of a crustacean peering through a row of wooden slats, one … Continue reading →

“Things Can Only Get Better” by Fiona Moore “Do you know the old joke about the toaster mining bitcoin to pay its gambling debt to the fridge?” Detective Wilhemine Fitzjames, of the London Metropolitan Police’s Automotive Crimes Division, said. “No,” … Continue reading →

“Glamoured” by Finley Harper It was midnight, on the sixteenth anniversary of the night the Fae stole me. Garlands of leaves, white elderflowers and silver bells adorned my neck, wrists and ankles: gifts from the Seelie Court in return for … Continue reading →