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A Part of Something by Evan Lowes

A Part of Something by Evan Lowes Many rose to their feet as the applause started. I had taken them through my time in prison for a crime I didn’t commit. One wealthy woman...

Empalme by Dylan James Harper

Empalme by Dylan James Harper “The process is extremely painful,” Dr. Lampone said calmly, barely turning away from his computer.           “How long will it take?” Ivan asked, his hands, usually firm and stoic,...

The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

The Plan by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Dusk is settling like doomsday creeping on clawed feet. I slip on human and animal shit as I’m scrambling toward the House. The House is safer, and...

Singing Pagliacci by Marie Griffin

Singing Pagliacci by Marie Griffin Sterling’s heart raced when he thought about being late for the coffee house, but he had to get his makeup perfect.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror...

A burger and a bourbon will be fine by Malky McEwan

A burger and a bourbon will be fine by Malky McEwan “Busy?”             “No,” my default answer. When you need the money, you need the money. “What you got?”             “Simple job, man. Come meet me...

Adya by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

Adya by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Okay, that’s my partner, Adya, over at the corner desk. The woman with the silver hair and the pageboy haircut. She is an odd duck. That hairstyle is...

The Gagarin Lands on Mars by Mike Lee

The Gagarin Lands on Mars by Mike Lee The news ticker attached to the upper balcony of the newspaper offices of Notícias do Mundo flows by in three rows in three languages: Portuguese, Spanish...

Fat Meera by TA Thakadipuram

Fat Meera by TA Thakadipuram Meera’s life would change forever on that warm August day, but her morning began innocuously enough — she awoke to her bleating alarm clock at 6:00 AM and, for...

A Walk Through the Ashes of Narthwich by Leah Hearne

A Walk Through the Ashes of Narthwich by Leah Hearne It’s snowing in Narthwich. A draft brushes against my coat and I pull it tighter around my arms. White flakes are lured to the...

The Circus by Andrew Older

The Circus by Andrew Older Storm clouds were beginning to materialize as Harry and the others pulled into the driveway. Johnson looked up and squinted – to him, the confluence of clouds seemed artificial,...