Category Archives: Fiction

“The Way Things Work” by Tom Jolly The last guy we worked with said he could make daisies fall from the sky. It wasn’t an impressive power by any means. Maybe he could distract a bank robber for a few … Continue reading →

    “The Parts of Us that Remember” by Andrew Giffin It was two hours before the execution, and Frida gazed beyond the walls of the colony. The trees grew wild and thick, deep red bark and trunks that bent and … Continue reading →

“No Dark Is So Dark” by J. Swift Mem was explaining the mysteries of geometry to the little ones when her mother stepped out of the eastern horizon to hover above them. She hated when her mother appeared like this: … Continue reading →

“Looking for Home” by Siri Paulson The house is theirs now. Saeeda cannot let herself believe it—this neat two-storey Canadian house with its peaked roof and pale yellow brick walls and big, unbroken windows, like something out of a Hollywood … Continue reading →

  “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 →