Fiction

Bait by T. Mike McCurley

Bait by T. Mike McCurley www.tmikemccurley.com My jacket was smoking. That last shot had come a little too close for comfort. I ducked to the left and rolled across the street, coming up with...

Book Review: No Strings by Mark SaFranko

It has been quite a while since I felt like re-reading a book. However books which have a narrative in first person or are otherwise dealing with daily petty life issues seem readable more...

392 Days by Christopher Hivner

392 Days by Christopher Hivner I saw metallic wings in the sky, watched them move up and down pushing the cold air in circles. They were huge, each bigger than a school bus. The...

Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald

Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald Tony sloshes remnants of a vodka sour around the ice in his glass. It creates just enough clatter, draws the attention of the bartender. The redhead. The one...

The Living Planet by Gord Cummings

The Living Planet by Gord Cummings “What are you hearing?” “The planet itself. It’s telling me… It doesn’t want to live.” Everyone stopped what they were doing. Cygnus looked down at Apex Leaf with...

Limbo by Joseph James

Limbo by Joseph James This was just a place. Nothing more than a solid spot in the effervescence of time and space. A lump of rock, dirt, and moss that sat like a stone...

Gamble Road by Penn Javdan

Gamble Road by Penn Javdan His boots sunk into grass fuzzing over bones mashed by mud that had formed into mounds of peat and after morning rain the peat rose with mist into his...

A New Driver by Kimberly Fore

A New Driver by Kimberly Fore The orange pumpkins had been carved by children and placed upon the church steps for display.  The breeze blew, flickering the flames inside the bellies of each individual...

The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon

The Infinite, Invisible by John C. Cannon The swollen capital had erupted the day before. Elections on the African continent are always dicey. But in this landlocked swath of nothingness, there had been little...

Ghost Hit by James Newman

Ghost Hit by James Newman A darkness hung over the city that evening like an oily black cloth draped over a margarita. The night sky was as dead as a dirty thought in a...