Author: Joseph Kaufman

The Every Day Fiction site was down from 1:00pm to 9:15pm PST today because of problems with our hosting company. Turns out that they weren’t able to handle the number of features that EDF was offering and we were taxing… Continue Reading →

The small silver box on the clearance shelf read: Objectiv-Eye: Your Tool for Finding Beauty. Walter thought he had seen an infomercial about it. He picked up the box for closer scrutiny. Have you ever ““ as a result of… Continue Reading →

I don’t know why I should take all the grief for this. I, in common with about half of American women, just wanted to lose a few pounds–well, maybe ten or fifteen–okay, maybe twenty. I’ve tried all the popular diets,… Continue Reading →

New York City, September 1988 Kali sees him across the room through the flashing lights and the smoke and the darkness of Club Totentanz. He has been coming here at least once a week for two months, his dark hair… Continue Reading →

“Tonight,” the motley fool declared, “the King will die!” “Are you sure, Farago?” Gesphas had a merchant’s caution, a merchant’s waistline and a merchant’s gold. Only his heart was that of an assassin. “He is.” Miklos spoke with the surety… Continue Reading →

By the time I arrive at the cardiac intensive care unit, he is almost gone. Head wrapped in gauze. Neck brace affixed. Tube down throat. It’s hard to find a piece of him that I can recognize. His eyes are… Continue Reading →

I stood and watched the spaceships descend, and I felt fear. They launched their fire-laden destruction. I ran. When I could run no more I turned to see the city ablaze. Burn. Burn. Burn. *** I drove on the edge… Continue Reading →

Standing on a rise in Eldorado Park, the three waited in their ninja attire, hands on their hips, legs apart, and from where Caron sat, festering with rotten motives. Unprepared for this, on a day she had planned a picnic,… Continue Reading →

It was mostly a blur for her now, a cultivated blur. Yet some bits of memory wouldn’t fade; some sensations wouldn’t dull. The pregnancy test strip, taken from the lab, used on lunch break. How easy, how automatic it was… Continue Reading →