TWIST TWIST SHAKE by E.M.Pearson
My mother was doing that thing she did. That thing with the rag in the sink. She wrung it out, twisting it until it made a tight spiral. She shook it out and twisted it again, then she did it… Continue Reading
My mother was doing that thing she did. That thing with the rag in the sink. She wrung it out, twisting it until it made a tight spiral. She shook it out and twisted it again, then she did it… Continue Reading
This winter, in the year 1922, Amur grass smells of iron. Do not believe those who say otherwise – they never breathed the posthumous aridness of the cold reeds. In the mornings I breathe Siberian cold sky and imagine the… Continue Reading
Jack followed his two brothers along the top of the cliff toward the Temple, wishing Anselm would stop nudging him toward the edge. The three primitive lemmings were on their way to the Temple for a festival called “Survival… Continue Reading
Listen to “Fuchsia” by Stephen V. Ramey, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Stephen V. Ramey has been published on Strange Horizons and PodCastle as well as in Triangulation: Taking Flight. He lives and writes in New Castle, PA USA, where… Continue Reading
They hadn’t planned to live in the apartment long, but Justin and Kari couldn’t afford to leave. The couple often discussed moving away from the city, near a beach. They bought lottery tickets and looked for opportunities, reasons to leave… Continue Reading
When I’m good, Mama says it’s because I come from fine stock, that my birth mother’s a college graduate. When I’m bad, Mama says it’s all because my mother’s crazy and my daddy’s a drunk. So which one is it,… Continue Reading
Here’s how shit-canning works at our shop. Near the end of the day one is summoned to a conference room to sign papers and abide ritual expressions of sympathy. Then, one must leave the building immediately. Shortly after close of… Continue Reading
Listen to “Raptured” by Ted Lietz, read by the author: [display_podcast] Ted Lietz is a freelance writer and reformed marketer. You can find other stories of his at Every Day Fiction and elsewhere on the web. Everyone has to be… Continue Reading
The boy dreaded bath time till his mother came up with the brilliant scheme of linking that loathsome ritual with the telling of fanciful stories, hoping, thereby, to lead him by sleight of hand to the virtues of cleanliness. His… Continue Reading
I had lost two apprentices in the last clash — seen it all before — the mangled mess of torn flesh and splintered wood; bloody stumps of blown off arms and legs cut through with shot. Cannon will do that… Continue Reading