Category Archives: Fiction

Peacemaker’s First Strike by Jennifer S. Hane Have I dealt with any really bizarre curses, the kind that aren’t even in the books, maybe? You bet I have. A piece of advice, if you’re thinking of being a Shriver: the … Continue reading →

To Touch the Wind by Alicia Adams I always thought that on the day I met my soulmate it would smell like roses or something—maybe honey. I had been drinking whiskey neat for the better part of the night, though, … Continue reading →

The Pull of Gravity by Daniel G. Keohane Jin woke, then waited, but no one came. Eventually he slid himself free of the cradle. Everyone else around him slept on, including his parents. Jin’s steps were heavy. Gravity was working; … Continue reading →

Night School by David Sandner and Jacob Weisman As Robert’s grades dipped his high school math teacher, Mr. Crump, began appearing to him at night, sitting in the same style chair he had in the zoom classroom during the day. … Continue reading →

Mean Something by Alex Sobel I’ve never seen this man’s particular set of garments before, but I’ve run into enough men of God’s over-the-top outfits to pick one out of a crowd. “This is Mr. Marquez,” Lena says, placing a … Continue reading →

The Ice Fields of Titan by Harold R. Thompson On Thursday, I called my dad. “Hey, what’s new?” he said. It was what he always said when I called. I’d rehearsed my lines, but now I felt that old awkwardness, … Continue reading →

Éclairs for Elodie by Jameyanne Fuller Pierre doesn’t sleep the night after the accident. He stays down in the bakery and makes éclairs instead, because Elodie loves—she loved—éclairs. The sticky glaze, then the light crunch of the pastry, and finally … Continue reading →

Star’s End by A. Reid Johnson    Catherine swept her hands across the control board. Green lights shone across the Omuma’s bridge displays. “Wormhole criticality at 92%; ready for deinsertion.” Next to her in the captain’s chair, Tark engaged the … Continue reading →

Stray by Michael Compton One had a Schnauzer. One had a Jack Russell. One had a Malinois, but it looked like a German Shepherd to me. One had a cockapoo, which sounds kind of like a cockaTOO, except it’s a … Continue reading →

Human Connections by Kaitlin McCloughan The Game was designed for us. For four bodies, not four people. It’s a thing of beauty when done right—the ball flying from one hand to another and another and then swish, swish, swish into … Continue reading →