INITIALIZING… READY OUTPUT_VOC:VOICE = OUTPUT_VOC:VOICE_SET:LOAD MARYLIN_MONROE OUTPUT_VOC:DYNAMIC_MODULATION = STANDARD; MACRO @HEAVYBREATH = OUTPUT_VOC:ADAPTIVE_BREATH 5 to 10 MACRO @MEDIUMBREATH = OUTPUT_VOC:ADAPTIVE_BREATH 2.5 to 5 MACRO @LIGHTBREATH = OUTPUT_VOC:ADAPTIVE_BREATH 1 to 2.5 OUTPUT_VOC @LIGHTBREATH + “Hey there, handsome.” PARSING AURAL_BUFFER… Uh, hey…… Continue Reading
From the Editors It’s spring at last — at least according to the calendar — and we have some exciting news: Every Day Fiction has just launched a new flash fiction blog, coordinated and edited by Gay Degani. As part… Continue Reading
Here they come in their Armani three-piece suits: three young studs of Wall Street, American royalty who made their first million before thirty. Been a bumpy ride over on their street lately, so they’re here to blow off some steam.… Continue Reading
The bees always came to him at night. He had been scared of them as a child, when his father had kept them; low whirring wings, anger set in gold. His father had been ashamed that he had no interest… Continue Reading
She decided to meet the voices. Most people hear the ocean when they press a seashell to their ear, but she heard the water-logged lungs of the dead as they burbled and groaned. There was always something trickling from their… Continue Reading
I remember the first time I met Phil. I’d just finished up a document when an e-mail flashed up inviting me to room 0. Do Not Disturb was on the door and below it the letters M.O.I.. Phil opened the… Continue Reading
Her golden sari graced her body like wild flowers on rolling hills. Nearly six feet tall, she towered over most of her Mumbai sisters and brothers, even in her sandals. Although people rushed past her, there seemed to be an… Continue Reading
A teenage girl is home alone at night for the first time when a storm knocks out the lights. She calls her father. “Are the lights on in the neighborhood?” he asks. She looks out the window. “Yes.” “Then it’s… Continue Reading
Vic grabbed the whammy bar with a shaking hand for the last sustains. Fingers aching from ten minutes of full-out play in expert mode, he clicked madly through the bonus and nailed the concluding chord. The adrenaline in his body… Continue Reading
Part 1 Sarah: So, Rich, you know how you’ve been obsessing over bedposts lately? Well, it gave me an idea for a story. This is gonna be great, I swear. Rich: What’s gonna be great? And I wouldn’t say obsessed.… Continue Reading