Listen to “The Old Man and the Safe” by Peter Wood, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Peter Wood is an attorney in Raleigh, North Carolina. He has had stories published in Ray Gun Revival, Bull Spec, Stupefying Stories and Every… Continue Reading
I found Dad at the train yard when I arrived for work. Dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt, he smelled of sulfur and cigarette ash. “Case,” he said, giving me a nod as if we were old chums. “Dad.” … Continue Reading
“Will you marry me?” Ken whispered, his breath warm against my forehead. “All aboard!” Even if I’d had an answer, I couldn’t give it as we boarded the train. I followed Ken through two train cars until he found our… Continue Reading
“You’re a fraud. Nothing but…” Janet struggled with a list of expletives, anger demanding she say them, years of self-discipline denying her the pleasure. “…a fraud,” she finished. Something inside her sighed; something inside her applauded — but without conviction.… Continue Reading
She smelled pretty. Mike lifted the pink motorbike jacket to his face and breathed in the floral perfume. A single cotton-candy-coloured hair slipped from the collar and floated to the office floor. The air thickened with more of the jacket’s… Continue Reading
Early that morning, they boarded a plane that would fly them to their daughter’s college graduation in Spokane, Washington. They carefully stowed their carry-ons in an overhead compartment and slid down their row. He eased himself into the middle seat… Continue Reading
Maggie was more confused than jealous. They had clicked at the bar. Then after, at the diner, the chemistry was undeniable, electric even. She found herself liking him more and more, and couldn’t stop the possibilities from spinning in her… Continue Reading
Furious and cloaked in the silvery light, I change. With an itch that grows to a burn, coarse hairs push their way up through my skin like worms in a flooded graveyard. I dare not scratch, for unbidden keratin oozes… Continue Reading
Listen to “The Pale Farmer” by Rich Matrunick, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Rich Matrunick was born a few years back in western Pennsylvania, a feat which he largely credits to his parents. He has since migrated to the center… Continue Reading
At first you run on, warm sweat trickling between your breasts. It doesn’t register. Then one day, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. But it flashes by in a blur so quickly you must have imagined… Continue Reading