Category Archives: Fiction

“Cascade” by Simon Brown   I watch a man die less than ten metres from me. I see him briefly, alive and well, and then glance his way again just as he is shot in the head. He says “Oh”, … Continue reading →

“Ablution” by anne m. gibson   First, I strip off the overalls that I wore in the stables, or what remains of them. The left sleeve is gone, the torso is crusted with blood (some of it mine), and the … Continue reading →

“Installing Linux on a Dead Badger” by Lucy Snyder   Let’s face it: any script kiddie with a pair of pliers can put Red Hat on a Compaq, his mom’s toaster, or even the family dog. But nothing earns you … Continue reading →

“Entries From My Grandmother’s Diary Pertaining To My Father’s Early Inflammation” by Marc A. Criley and Hazel L. Criley ANNUAL DIARY 1938 Mrs. Robert “Lily” Harrison 288 S 42nd E. Alton, Ill.   July 30, 1938: Robbie Jr has fever … Continue reading →

“Malum in Se” by Deborah L. Davitt Tanoute Atalia woke from her nightmare as she always did, sweating and flailing. Violet afterimages of the explosion, the dark, alien shapes of the boarding party- She sat up in the dark. Set … Continue reading →

  “Feathers, Sea, Silk, Sky” by Anna Martino      The last time captain Mathieu Agostini had seen the Sanguinaire Islands, he had been a boy of seven years old holding onto his widowed mother’s hand. There they were, as ageless … Continue reading →

  “Dowsing for Devils in Arkansas” by Tom Pawlowski   I suppose I was lucky to be in Arkansas to witness that marvel of nature, the synchronous hatching of Magicicada, a breed of Cicadas that all hatch at the same … Continue reading →

“Melton’s Jam” by A.W. Marshall Melton didn’t sell his Jam. And he was kinda touchy about people finding out, but I was desperate. I was gonna be a professional bowler, and my nickname was gonna be Easy Tiger. But none … Continue reading →

“Tell Me Half A Story” by Jennifer Lee Rossman “Hey,” I said softly, taking my sister’s hand in mine. “Tell me half a story before you go.” She laughed. Not like it was funny, but like she didn’t want to … Continue reading →

“Control State” by Michael Stevens   I don’t mind if the kids blow up my furniture while I’m counseling them. Really. They can singe my office chairs, tip over my bookcase, or rip the heads off the dolls I keep … Continue reading →