Category Archives: Fiction

The Bracelets of the Gods by A.D.R. Forte The woman, Chiri, has never seen the bracelets of the gods even though she is from the city and a grown adult. For this reason, Nama pities the city woman in spite … Continue reading →

Drawn by Light by CJ Erick Transformation. The idea feels dangerous, even for someone like me, who was born from a cocoon. It started with the missing girl. How does one missing girl change my whole damn world? I was … Continue reading →

Watch, Decide, Act by James Van Pelt Sylvia North watched Wyatt Timmons crying at his corner desk. Front seat, far right row. Head low, dark hair draped over his eyes, but the quiver in his shoulders, and his hands clasped … Continue reading →

Swarm Hunter By David Hann Michael Bek cursed. The sun was dropping behind the mountains to the west, and he had no way of getting back to the colony before dark. He kicked a rock, sending it flying along the … Continue reading →

“Navigating the White Elephant Exchange at the Secure Drop Site on NE 44th and Mackenzie” R.E. Dukalsky   Dear Valued Employees, It is time again for The Organizing and Facilitation Group’s Annual Holiday White Elephant Gift Exchange! The following message … Continue reading →

“The Dancer’s Body at Rest” by Katherine Quevedo I nearly shut the door on the woman as soon as she mentioned flamenco. For years I’d endured dancers and musicians trying to drum up an act to amuse the tourists and … Continue reading →

“PerJurAI” by Sonny Zae “I won’t testify,” Lefty insisted. Julia Wayne, defense counsel, leaned closer. “If you tell your side of the story, it might help. You could soften the jury’s hearts by telling about your troubled childhood.” “No way.” … Continue reading →

“The Right Words” by Akis Linardos By the time he was thirteen, Tiernan could make a dice land on the same side ten times in a row. Now at fifteen, he can do it for up to a hundred throws, … Continue reading →

There Goes the Neighbourhood by Tim Major Check the trays of seedlings. Check the heat of the forge. Check the defences. Shanté performed this routine every day. Every hour, perhaps. The seedlings were perpetually on the cusp of pushing through … Continue reading →

“The Lure of Land” by Alexis Kaegi Rosalia Duarte held on to the portside rail of La Canción with a white-knuckled grip that urged the ship on, as if she could will it faster, faster. Sea spray plastered her dark … Continue reading →