THE BRIDGE TROLL • by Paul Miller
Sten had always known he was an ugly man. He’d learned to accept the fact, and it honestly had little impact on his daily life. He rarely thought of it at all. Then he met Alistair the Bold. It was… Continue Reading
Fantasy
A SUMMONER’S SEARCH HISTORY • by Will Shadbolt
How to make friends Tips for making friends Time-waster games Ouija board Demon Demon videos How to summon a demon Where to buy candles Do grocery stores sell chicken hearts Satanic chants Hide from demon How to put demon back… Continue Reading
FLAME • by Marjan Sierhuis
Flame is deep in thought this morning as she stands by a river that flows leisurely behind the film set. Often a voracious eater, a pile of uneaten fish lays by her feet. *** “Gentleheart, you are a dragon. The… Continue Reading
THE MIME • by Aber O. Grand
He’s busking in the busy town square. His appearance is inspired by the classical master, Marcel Marceau. Black ballet shoes, black trousers with black suspenders, a sleeveless black-and-white striped shirt, white gloves, and white makeup juxtaposing his face with his… Continue Reading
A HAUNTED CAT • by Will Shadbolt
My cat is haunted. I don’t mean that Marmalade is possessed, demonic, or evil (well, he does have an evil streak, but within the normal feline parameters). Rather, a ghost attached herself to him, the same way they often stick… Continue Reading
PANCAKE • by India Kinaire
Cobble. Stone. Cobble. Unmph! That’s a back. Snappy’s back. Oops. Another reason for her to send me away. “Sorry,” I begin to sing. “Careful,” Snappy snaps. Snappy’s eyes disappear behind her lids. “You don’t want to get disoriented here, Penelope.… Continue Reading
CINDERS • by D. J. Moore
The Prince followed her into the library, just as she’d planned. She pretended not to notice. Instead, she focused her attention on the bookcase before her. She’d always loved the smell of books. She withdrew a volume titled The Rights… Continue Reading
RAIN GIRL • by Philip Howarth
I was driving through the city in a furious, gully-washing storm. It was 2 AM. Someone was waving me down. What the hell? It was a teenage girl, sitting in a wheelchair. Rain was practically dancing off the sidewalk. I… Continue Reading
THE CALL • by Keith Snyder
Just an empty hallway. He closed the door. It had been aggravating timing, too. Rinsing the dish soap off, drying his hands, yelling “Hold on!” tripping over the clutter, yanking the door because it stuck. Another knock came. Yank! “Okay—”… Continue Reading
CUSTODY • by MacKenzie Tastan
Stella took a deep breath of crisp autumn air and thought about how little Halloween had changed in the neighborhood where she grew up. Bands of costumed children roamed the streets as the last of the natural light faded. The… Continue Reading