Four months in New York, and Tim had never walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. He’d taken the subway over, of course, usually in the company of his cautiously expanding group of friends, all of whom were imports from smaller places,… Continue Reading
Listen to “Terry and the Eye” by Gaius Coffey, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Gaius Coffey‘s story “Alone, Not Lonely” was shortlisted for the 2010 Fish Publications One-page Story competition. His story “Terry and the Eye” was Every Day Fiction’s… Continue Reading
We sit outside at a white lacy metal table. A fence marks where the restaurant ends — picket, cute. And effective, I’d imagine. Who would have the heart to open the quaint little gate and leave without paying? It’s much… Continue Reading
Brent drones on behind me. I should be listening, but I can’t. His complaints sit stale on the back of my tongue, threatening to choke me. He rustles through yet another stack of bills. He curses. His chair squeaks and… Continue Reading
Autumn creeps in by degrees, tentatively, like our streaky-haired, manicured cousin. We hardly notice ‘til she’s right up on us, her smile too wide, teeth too white. She talks funny, like the people on television who sell sleeping pills. We… Continue Reading
He split her like a bloodwurst and left her like butcher’s ware — cold dead meat drawing flies. But Friedegunde my sister was more — not a surrenderer and not silenced. I held my scream, knowing she hadn’t screamed but… Continue Reading
“I killed her. Blew up the shuttle. Killed the bitch.” Chad Mason lifted his shoulders in a stiff parody of a shrug. The faint blue glow of his vision receptors met my gaze steadily. I suppressed a surge of anger.… Continue Reading
The bark of a pistol shot echoed in the early dawn an’ I was out from under the scant cover of my ol’ slouch hat faster than who-hit-John. Within a moment, I was one of six men scrabblin’ about the… Continue Reading
The early fall sunlight bled into the classroom from the large, recently cleaned windows. Jim sat quietly, very quietly, at the back row of desks. He usually felt sad at the end of summer vacation, but his sadness was always… Continue Reading
Listen to “Steaks” by Guy Anthony De Marco, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Guy Anthony De Marco is a nocturnal Bram Stoker Award® nominated author living in the geographic center of the middle of nowhere. Between writing speculative fiction, brewing… Continue Reading