Fiction
The Last Word
My name is Troy, my last name doesn’t matter, believe me. It’s going poof like everything else. Ask me if I give a flying whatever. By Gary Duehr
The Last Word
My name is Troy, my last name doesn’t matter, believe me. It’s going poof like everything else. Ask me if I give a flying whatever. By Gary Duehr
Space Junk Hurtling Through Rome
Sometimes when I think back on it, I feel like a professional killjoy of my own childhood dreams. By Danila Botha
Ask the Rust
A struggling writer with delusions of grandeur gets what’s coming to him.
Obsidian
Jay had a deadline but his brother’s unique condition gets in the way.
Certainty
By James F. McGrath, “I’m recording this so that you can be certain, as I am…” Kelly Wallace pushed the button on the console again and
An Unforgettable Float
By Daisy Cashin, Linda woke up with the summer sun and reached over to her bed’s cold right side. Startled not to find anyone there,
Under the Midnight Sun
By Debra J. Tillar There was a commotion in the penguin colony. Frantic screeching and clamor. A skua had stolen a pin-feathered chick from a
Pomelos
By Ellis Shuman, The war had been raging for 40 days when Eli reported to the orchards. Seven in the morning and he was the
