Category Archives: Fiction

“They Shall Falter Against the Stone I Become” by Berrien Henderson   Model Mark XIII had found a cave and explored its phosphorescent halls. Insectile-bots scattered and crunched underfoot. He could not be too careful. The risks were not necessarily … Continue reading →

“In Dust and Feathers” by Emi Makanry   The house was decaying, walls crumbling with a smell like ash, windows audibly gathering grime, and Ireille loved it. She lay on her sofa (which was also decaying) and breathed it in, steeped … Continue reading →

“Bodhisattva Breath” by Laura Lee McArdle   “For as long as space endures And for as long as living beings remain, Until then may I too abide To dispel the misery of the world.” Santideva, on the meaning of Bodhisattva, … Continue reading →

“The Anubis Plague” by Gary Cuba   Bobby Livingston crouched in the musty upstairs hidey-hole, holding Pook’s head in his lap, trying to keep the Golden Retriever quiet and still. The boy could barely keep his own emotions settled; he … Continue reading →

“Sea Glass” by Jennifer Mason-Black Once, in a magazine, he’d seen pictures of birds retrieved from an oil slick, held aloft by anonymous hands as their eyes shone vacantly from a cesspool of blackened feathers. Until that morning, as he … Continue reading →

“Burst Mode” by Patrick Lundrigan   Ida felt her elbows lock as the timeout started. In front of her the puddle of coffee from the dropped cup spread. She hated when visitors brought drinks and she hated getting a timeout … Continue reading →

“A Demon of Almansol” by Alter S. Reiss “I need your help,” said Keul, leaning heavily on Teshirav’s table.  “Please.”  Keul was wearing armor, and the plates on his forearms scratched the dark wood.  The design of those plates, and … Continue reading →

“A Time to Weep” by Daniel Huddleston Fogged window glass and damp, white shirts. The droning of fans and dehumidifiers. Fingers tapping on keyboards. In an office only half a degree cooler than the labyrinth of cubicles that lay outside … Continue reading →

  “Silvergrass Mirror” by Amanda M. Hayes Dozens of stalks of stonespear thrust up through the swamp waters,  some of them as big around as Eisle’s fist; she hadn’t seen such a patch in years. She had a hatchet. She … Continue reading →

“Death, Rebirth. An Heir, a Karakuri.” by J.M. Sidorova   The front door chimed exactly at the appointed time. Sandra checked the cam-view: an old, balding man. “Mr. Ota, sir? Please come in.” While Mr. Ota was on his way … Continue reading →