Trial on the Chicago River by Garret Schuelke
Trial on the Chicago River by Garret Schuelke The wind blew off of Lake Michigan, causing a group of teenage girls who were posing for a selfie to laugh. They agreed to get a...
An eclectic mix of all flavours of genre fiction
Trial on the Chicago River by Garret Schuelke The wind blew off of Lake Michigan, causing a group of teenage girls who were posing for a selfie to laugh. They agreed to get a...
AI and Art with Uwe Jarlinga presentation by the editor and the artist Is art by any other origin still art? This is a serious problem, serious business and a grim reality in imaginative...
Hog Heart by Gary Ives Paco fumbled with the orange package of ramen noodles. These boogers were tough to open sober, never mind drunk. Besides, he felt like shit. Wobbling under the dim overhead...
Trigger by Doug Hawley I’m out target shooting in the country when I hear the gravel crunch and somebody yells “Hey asshole, what are you doing?” Without thinking, I turn and shoot him. Well,...
Editor’s Note: This love story is told from different points of view (POV), depicting the views of the characters in the story. We hope you are able to follow it through to the end....
High Wire by Ken Foxe How many times did Ryan wish, pray, day and night dream he could take those words back? When the rain poured down, when the wind howled, and when the...
Dead Position by Jenna Calloway The Colonel’s clockwork tarantula unfurled in response to the typed command, then scuttled over the edge of the pit and triggered the game’s pneumatic mechanism. The macabre chess board...
The Golden Pass by Henry Simpson Daphne had already worked her way into Virginia’s confidence. Displaced Lola in her life. Soon she would convince Virginia to end Lola’s employment contract and evict her from...
The Painter by David MacMillan The humans, they stream through here day after day. They pass by. Past my pen, and the pens of others. It appears that they are fascinated by us, by...
Heart of Gold by Michael B. Brodin Sissy Krawczuk, just shy of her twenty first birthday, was swinging her hips down Santa Monica Boulevard in East L.A. when she stepped in shit. She knew...