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Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. It’s 2:30 A.M., and I’m driving down a one-lane dirt road at five to ten miles per hour with my high beams on. I have not driven this...

Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech

Ilysveil: You Can Not Scream by J. H. Zech Corvus Morgenstern stood in the shadow of the crystal-laden white tower before him. A blue banner with a sun and crescent moon symbol flew off...

Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty

Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty I didn’t mean to intrude on the Federation neighborhood. I blame it on the foggy mist that rolled in the way it does in San Diego; it settled...

The Bid by K. McGee

The Bid by K. McGee “Wakey wakey! Get that perky little ass out of bed, Karla. We got us a situation here!” Karla curled into a ball, hands clamped over ears, and for one...