DEE • by D. A. D’Amico
My brother is lost to me in this Wonderland world, but I mirror his actions because the Red Queen has taken a fancy to him. He is her hostage, and the catalyst of my revenge. To free him, I must… Continue Reading
Horror
PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG MAN, WITH VAMPIRE • by Carl Steiger
Anton Maier told me he was not a vampire, but he went out of his way to look like one. His gaunt, deeply wrinkled face was disturbing to begin with. He wore bespoke black pinstriped suits a hundred years out… Continue Reading
THE BASEBALL GODS • by James Aquilone
Al Whitaker thought he handled last night’s catastrophes pretty well. He only punched his office wall. It hurt like bloody hell when he broke his hand, but he didn’t need his hand to do this job. He needed Boyd Salazar… Continue Reading
THE CURSE OF HAVING BEEN A MAN • by Ann Wilkes
“Why won’t you tell me why you’re here? Why you’re no longer a man?” Ekaterina whispered from her perch on the wall of the elephant enclosure, her matted, blond hair occasionally getting tangled in her emphatic gestures. What does it… Continue Reading
NUMANTIA • by Patricia Court
Scipio’s siege on our city will end today. We are all in agreement, even as Roman ballista balls and crossbow bolts continue to smash the last of the thatched roofs of our houses, to pound Numantia into dust. No more… Continue Reading
A MAP OF UNKNOWN PLACES • by Don Raymond
The crazy woman was out in the street again last night, ranting and demanding cigarettes. “They took my stuff! Why do they have to come into your house and take your stuff?!?” It was the warm muggy days at the… Continue Reading
DARK MEAT • by Chris Antenen
They chewed. Mouths closed, looking down, they chewed. Each had a fork poised, eyes on their plates, choosing the next bite. He was first, speared a large piece of stringy meat, and scraped it into his mouth over his teeth,… Continue Reading
THE POSTMAN IS A CREEP • by Nathan Good
The postman is a creep. He has long arms that do not swing. He holds them out in front of him, bent at the elbows. His fingers dance in the air as he walks, like he is playing an invisible… Continue Reading
THE RED SNO-CONES ARE NOT FOR SALE • by Emily C. Skaftun
Victor didn’t hear the music anymore. Not with his ears, at least; they’d quit on him a long while back. More recently the fleshy seashells that people called ears had dropped off, first the right, then the left. Victor pulled… Continue Reading
VEGETARIAN • by Wilma Bernard
I always felt stupid around Ron, but for a long time I didn’t know it was stupid. I thought it was love. When Ron and I met we were both eighteen and freshmen. The meeting was the first mistake, I… Continue Reading