DUDE • by Katherine Hart
Jon is over at his father’s house this weekend. There is no Wii, although Dad has promised to take him to Best Buy to get an Xbox. But that was two weekends ago, and he wonders when they will buy… Continue Reading
THE LAST BODY • by Yuliya
Miranda’s first body had been frail, a blatant display of her parents’ destitute lifestyle; a figure complete with bony shoulders, ivory skin that bruised at the lightest blow, and twiggy legs. Replacement parts were a scarcity — for every injury… Continue Reading
RED RETOLD • by Haley Isleib
That stupid girl. I cried when I heard the hinge creak as she entered my house. Go away! I hissed, and got a mouthful of blood and acid for my trouble. Darkness. I couldn’t breathe. She came closer and called… Continue Reading
THE MAN NAMED LUIS • by Carl Steiger
I met the man named Luis at an extravagant party in an extravagant Tribeca loft. The host’s name doesn’t matter, but I was flattered to be invited. Yes, I knew I was a long way from Omaha, but I quickly… Continue Reading
FRAIL MEN OF METAL AND BONE • by Beth Cato
Darren faced his greatest creation and failure. The torso and head of the mechanical man leaned in the corner of the basement. Even limbless and freckled by rust, the old prototype was an awesome sight. It dominated the room, as… Continue Reading
POND KING • by Amy R. Biddle
The thing about evil witches is, they’re just as susceptible to fads as everyone else. That’s what got me here in this lily pond. Prince one day, frog the next. I’d like to blame my father for making enemies, but… Continue Reading
Podcast EDF142: Schrodinger’s Spat • by Peter Wood • read by Folly Blaine
Listen to “Schrodinger’s Spat” by Peter Wood, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Peter Wood is an attorney in Raleigh, North Carolina where he lives with his surly cat and patient wife. He has had stories published in Daily Science Fiction,… Continue Reading
BURIED • by Kevin D Humphries
The septic tank lolls in the side yard. Waiting. Like starting high school next week’s not enough to worry about. They’re almost finished with the new bathroom. No more trips outside at night in the rain, snow, or worse. Mother… Continue Reading
LIGHT MY FIRE • by Charlie Britten
Walking home as dusk fell, I saw a distant silhouette on the hillside pass. Tree, bush, beast or something less pleasant? I’d heard all the tales neighbours told of what they’d seen on the moor but I was in too… Continue Reading
DR. QWIG’S SCHOOL OF DARK SCIENCE • by LB Thomas
Dr. Qwig’s School of Dark Science can only be accessed through an alleyway entrance along Watterson Street, halfway between 47th and 48th Avenues. During school hours, Maryanne Bleach sits on a wooden stool just behind the steel door and listens… Continue Reading