Category Archives: Fiction

“The Birds That Flew In Wartime” by Tamoha Sengupta Long ago, the last bird in the village of Tantipur died. Its body was a shade of blue deeper than cornflowers, and the feathers on its head glowed golden when sunlight … Continue reading →

“Exhibit K” by Nadia Afifi The dead woman opened her eyes to a veil of light. She blinked several times, focusing on the sand-colored surface only inches from her face. Walls surrounded her from all sides, a narrow, glowing tomb.  … Continue reading →

“Adrift” by Wayne Martin Malish was roused from his winter lassitude, aching with hunger in the numbing cold, by the babbling of newborns far above. He welcomed the sounds that announced the end of his long isolation. Like all of … Continue reading →

“Along the Road to Giants” by Emily McCosh I hear the whispers before the cries for help. My lynx ears perk up at the soft sounds drifting through the undergrowth. Gentle reassurances mix with calls for aid, the voice deep … Continue reading →

“Exactly What You Need” by Brandon Crilly “…still can’t believe you have this edition in stock. I’ve spoken to bloody archivists who told me to give up looking. You’re certain you don’t remember how you acquired it?” Constance shrugged and … Continue reading →

“Projections Do Not Guarantee Future Returns” by Marc Singer Cold sweat and tangled sheets. I reach out gasping for Gesen but he isn’t there, his pillow cool and untouched. I’d known he would be gone sooner or later but I’d … Continue reading →

“I’ll Be Home For Christmas” by Bonnie Randall   Andrew Gavin glared at the iPod plugged into the speaker dock. “‘Grandma Got Ran Over By a Reindeer’,” he snapped. “Right. Likely when everybody was hammered.” He poked the speaker off. … Continue reading →

“Tumbling Up” by Kate MacLeod   The Hydridae on the other side of the glass danced, their willowy appendages tracing arcs through the murky water. Fumahadi nodded and my mother smiled and I realized I was the only one not … Continue reading →

“The Ministry of Lost Buttons” by Sarina Dorie   Celeste admired the fluffy, cotton ball clouds drifting lazily in the cerulean sky. It was the perfect day for taking a walk on Hawthorne Boulevard. Apparently 50,000 other residents of the … Continue reading →