Category Archives: Fiction

All for the Egg of a Dragon by James Robert Steinhaus The copper-headed baton came down. The sound of cracking ribs echoed through the room. He screamed. “Caster, tell me now where that egg is, or I’ll have Brother Bo … Continue reading →

A Breath of Hope by Tyler Bourassa “Magic is dead,” the old man moaned, cradling two halves of a broken staff to his chest. A spattering of purple droplets encircled him, glittering faintly in the dim light of his study, … Continue reading →

Leaden Prayers by John Burridge When Joshi saw the two outlander men taking their morning meal in the yard of Southshore’s only inn, she knew they were the season’s first pilgrims. Every year, at the end of the dry season, … Continue reading →

Something Lost by Riley Neither I’ve got a way with lost things. I think a lot of us who’ve run away from something do. Me, I can see the emotions left behind on a thing like neon fingerprints, and lost … Continue reading →

Where the Kelpies Swim By Sherri Cook Woosley Across the bay, the herd of water horses galloped straight from their island into the waves, fearless. Muscles bunched under smooth skin, sharp teeth bared in eagerness, fins fluttered along their legs. … Continue reading →

Wear It Marvelously by Ana Wesley I’ve got the hots for the announcer. It’s a consequence of having a sideline seat, while her levitating platform hovers overhead. It zips back and forth, swishing her miniskirt to flash glittery panties. Her … Continue reading →

Shared Voices by Zary Fekete “Profits are up!” Mr. Levai said. He surveyed the sales floor staff with a smile. “Good work. There’s more to do, of course, but I am very pleased with this quarter.” I glanced along the … Continue reading →

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 →