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The Tar of Freedom by Frederick Frankenberg

The Tar of Freedom by Frederick Frankenberg The peaceful and calm sensation when I found that vein in my arm with the needle flashed through my mind. My eyes opened, and I had blurry...

Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives

Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives This is about my cousin Gordon who grew up rough. Nobody, including his mother Thelma, knew for certain who his father was, only that he was black. Sadly,...

Patti’s Story by Julian Grant

Editor’s Note: You can read a previous story from author Julian Grant featuring the character Ned Miller titled ‘Miller’s Junction’ by clicking here. The following story titled ‘Patti’s Story’ has another adventure of Ned....

Miller’s Junction by Julian Grant

Miller’s Junction by Julian Grant Ned Miller hated how the room still stank of her death. He’d forever think of the lavender air freshener she insisted he spray every hour to cut back on...

Welcome To The Stone Age by Sylvia Cumming

Welcome To The Stone Age by Sylvia Cumming Victor G. Bevens, data clerk extraordinaire, lit his midday cigarette and leaned against a potted palm outside the Natural History Museum, watching a crowd of mothers...

The Interview by Fred Miller

The Interview by Fred Miller Following a long step down from the bus, he moved across the sidewalk onto the plaza and gazed at the gleaming monolith rising out of  the ground and disappearing...

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...

Diamond by Martin Grise

Diamond by Martin Grise You believe that shit, buddy? That story about raids out on the frontier. Buncha crap. Well, it was better than watchin’ the game on the other screen. Transluminal hasn’t had...

A Two Piano Town by River Hollins

A Two Piano Town by River Hollins With the new railroad had come painted whores and a fancy piano, and Brother Jed was not going to waste his opportunities. So far, the town of...

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...