Only once did Nanna Bo raise her voice to him. Ryan remembers it perfectly, as though it’s a matter of lost moments rather than years: he’s seven years old, dressed in stiff new clothes and feeling like all of the… Continue Reading
Bartok strode into the tavern. Green wood smoldered in the hearth, filling the main room with a cloud of smoke that crawled along the ceiling. All the windows were shuttered, despite the summer heat, so that the smoke had little… Continue Reading
Mum & Dad, Greetings from Tenerife! I haven’t got used to calling you Mum & Dad yet. Mark says writing the honeymoon postcards will help our marital status sink in. So while he’s splashing about in the pool, I’m under… Continue Reading
It crashed down around me, a sudden silence that swept away the harried footsteps, the frenzied commotion, the frantic howls of the moments before and replaced them with a somber, sonorous awe. The deep, ringing quietude was disturbed only by… Continue Reading
Listen to “I Promised You a Miracle” by M.E. Garber, read by the author: [display_podcast] M.E. Garber writes strange things, making speculative fiction her natural home. She blogs at: megarber.wordpress.com “I Promised You a Miracle” by M.E. Garber was originally… Continue Reading
Emily wanted to study for midterms, not watch drunks play beer pong, but her roommate had talked her into going to the frat party. “Some view, huh? The full moon through the trees.” The guy she’d nicknamed Mr. Movie Quotes… Continue Reading
A potential catastrophe — the kitten strangling to death in the tassels of the afghan — pales beside what happens years after the near-strangulation when Margaret trips over the same now-grown cat. The cat’s vocal cords were damaged by a… Continue Reading
Forty drunken skinheads. If I screw up I’ll have to fight my way out, my tattoo needle against their ink. And their power tattoos are no joke. I set up in a room with a ratty overstuffed side chair that… Continue Reading
“…a story, Mommy!” “In a house in the woods, far far away, three bears were living. “The father bear was big and tall with a big booming voice and big hard hands.” “Bears don’t have hands! They have paws!” “But… Continue Reading
She was clothed with the sun, or so you’d think to see it looming vast and red behind her. The moon was at her feet and a crown of twelve stars flickered around her head; this dying world broken apart… Continue Reading