“Let go.” Katie screamed; she knew better than to cry. Carlos had her arm twisted painfully behind her back. He was a heavily muscled, and unusually handsome man. His face contorted into a snarling mask as he slammed her head… Continue Reading
“I don’t know about this. It seems disrespectful.” The sun shone down on the river, irritating my red and blistered back. My oar cut through the clear water. A school composed of fish the size of house keys turned with… Continue Reading
The first time I saw Diz he was walking up my garden path. I waited for the knock on the door but it never came. So after five minutes of waiting I opened it and saw him standing there, apparently… Continue Reading
Listen to “His First Wife” by Von Rupert, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Von Rupert is a wife, mother, writer, and podcast producer. She mentors fellow writers at Bob Hembree’s Writers’ Village University and produces the crowdfunding podcast DJ Grandpa’s… Continue Reading
Unfortunately, there are no new stories published this weekend because we expect the site to be down for some or all of the weekend while Every Day Fiction transitions to a new webhost and server. We chose not do any… Continue Reading
They hired some of the village men, including Waxy and me, to help dig the holes. It was hard work, mostly, but in a time when money’s tight, hard work will do. When the university men came to Barlow, the… Continue Reading
Retrieval: Time = 00.00 Just checked out a doozer of an AI unit the Scavenger crew brought in. Yeah? Specs? Carbon-based so obviously non-sentient, high-end multi-receptor architecture, a CPU that monitors damage and — interesting — limited self-repair capacity. Candidate… Continue Reading
Jacob glances sidelong at his son as the little boy comes out into the garage. “Mommy says I should come help you,” he says. The kid’s only six, he’s no help to anyone, and in fact he probably broke this… Continue Reading
The world stank. Ava knew of it but did not know it. Five airlocks with abrasive scrubber baths and deionizing fogs erased the world’s stench from Ava’s nude body. She bore the discomfort until the last spit her back into… Continue Reading
I remember the day I moved in across the street from Jack Mounds. The moving men had just started loading their dollies and blankets back into the now-cavernous truck when some of my new neighbors came over bearing baskets. Mrs.… Continue Reading