Fiction
Fiction Highlights…
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"Irish Dance Macabre"
by Rob Dailey
“The flames of her hair flood the floor while yours lap at the ceiling, setting fire to the beams and enveloping the family. You wouldn't know it from her smile.”
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"The Milk Man"
by Scott Larimore
“My family and I were debating what my dad would do for his mid-life crisis. It had been coming on for a while now.”
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"EXHAUSTION"
by C.C. Russell
“It was this that was finally, fatally wearing us down. This constant waking. These echoes of adrenaline.”
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"Louisiana Street"
by Stephen Dean Ingram
“…he shudders again, but this time not from the air conditioning. Something wells up inside of him and he chokes it back, gulping, and hugs himself. He looks up to see if anyone sees him.”
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"RELEASE"
by Nanami Fetter
“The reason I’m alive is because of release dates. Album release dates, book release dates, and movie release dates. There are so many good pieces of art to look forward to, and so that’s why I’m able to live another day.”
Jergen’s Ears
by William Brasse
“Jergen was a middle-aged man with glasses that he called spectacles. He was far from handsome, and some people thought he looked like something out of a horror movie. The spectacles were not responsible for this.”
The Organ Grider
by Marcus Silcock
“Every morning, Mags sat naked on the beach, counting her breaths, awaiting nothing, purely centred, while the tourists flocked the promenade, purchasing one thing after another, and licking their ice cream.”
The Heart Asks for Pleasure First
by Antonio Sodré
“…every full moon, she came to play. Alerted by scouts, the chief watched her fingers coax melodies from the piano. He was spellbound. Horrified by his own enchantment, he ordered the piano destroyed.”
Three Micros
by C.C. Russell
“It was this that was finally, fatally wearing us down. This constant waking. These echoes of adrenaline.”
Solitary
by Davor Mondom
“Whether by neglect or design, the strangers left him behind. If he wanted to, D2867 could look through his window slit and watch his fellow inmates being taken away.”
The Terror of Turquoise Elfcap
by Sarah Oakes
“Before the terror, the town of Turquoise Elfcap bustled with life. It was an old town, that had used the mushrooms to dye the wood of their houses, each one a different shade of blue….the caps bided their time for revenge.”
“The Return of the Shrew”
by A. D. Canareira (trans. by Clare Gaunt)
“‘On a plain in Southwestern America, many, many years ago, during the Dust Bowl, or perhaps still today, there lived a tiny and very lonely little shrew.’”