Category Archives: Fiction

“The Midnight Commuter” by Tammy Komoff Shadows passed over dark fields and pastures, through woods and across frozen dirt roads, slowly descending on the Oakfield train depot that lay on the outskirts of the village. The depot appeared a safe … Continue reading →

“The Living Must Pass” by Tom Howard   The first time, the king sent an eagle with a message saying Prince Georj had been taken and asking for the wizard’s help. Kragen, alone on his mountaintop, felt sorry for Prince … Continue reading →

“Moths in a Fluttering Heart” by Christine Lucas When Maria returned to her village, she found it burned to the ground. Nothing was left of her kinspeople but blackened corpses littered across the village square. She searched around; the moths … Continue reading →

“Jól” by Deborah L. Davitt I was set up to do my holiday baking, a pile of snow-white flour and glossy brown sugar already in the bowl before me, when I went to crack the first egg into it—and instead … Continue reading →

“The Winds of the Mind” by Robert Luke Wilkins “It’s a remarkable piece, Mr. Zaraschel.” Jonathan smiled and nodded. The wealthy and influential milled around the exhibition—it was the first time he’d been in their company. They were the best-dressed … Continue reading →

“The Silver Tree” by Leona R Wisoker Tilling There is a tree in my memory that no longer exists in the real world. It was broad, with many sturdy branches and smooth bark that invited climbing; we called it the … Continue reading →

“The Perfect Book” by Ken Liu Every book is a quotation. – Ralph Waldo Emerson “I’d like something beautiful, set in a warm place,” the young woman said, a hint of melancholy in her voice. “Sun-dappled waves okay?” the barista … Continue reading →

“Stone Time” by Bo Balder Vink softened in the middle of a vigorous headshake. The fly she’d meant to scare off had long since died. She found herself under a mighty elm tree, dripping with generations of bird poop, crotch … Continue reading →

“Night Sky in His Eyes” by Bruno Lombardi I ran into a god I abandoned a long time ago, on the subway. It was really awkward. At first I thought he was a homeless guy; you know, the kind that … Continue reading →

“The Devil’s Labyrinth” by Michaele Jordan He was afraid. There was simply no denying it. Don’t be a fool, he told himself. It’s just a cave. It’s not even wet. The footing’s a little uneven, and it’s a tight squeeze … Continue reading →