Category Archives: Fiction

  “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 →

“The Golden Rays of the Morning Sun” by Marc A. Criley A blue-violet flash. And sparks, streams of sparks; immersing me in all-the-colors-of-the-rainbow sparks. A dull rumble punches through the helmet’s attenuators. I’m weightless, floating…and stupidly lucid. Weightless, not space … Continue reading →

“Three Hundred and Sixty-Four Hand-Tied Knots” by R. Y. Brockway   Today I tied thirty-seven knots and completed my rug’s missing rosette. It took all the orange silk I unraveled from the obi I found stashed amongst the ingots to … Continue reading →

“Hellhound, House Broken” by Gerri Leen   The hellhound was patrolling the neighborhoods he’d come to love, waiting for his next call to action, when he smelled the unmistakable scent of what the humans called treats. Then he got a … Continue reading →

“Ransom and the Christmas Tree” by Robert Runté   “You missed the turn,” Lily said. “Nope.” Trixie said from the front seat. “We’re not going to Banff this time.” In the back seat Ransom exchanged looks with Lily. “Um,” Ransom … Continue reading →

  “What Rhythms In Your Body Have Changed?” by Sarah Pauling   Excerpt from communication: November 22. Sent from Dr. Cao Xinyun’s personal terminal, Mars Station. Addressed to Dr. Serge Farro, aboard the Independence Hermes-class transport ship. […So you see, … Continue reading →