Fiction

Imaginings set loose.

Ink for a Verbal Contract

by Sean Monaghan Gemma felt the pain right away. She sighed, stretching, angling her limbs and hips, trying to find a more comfortable position. She blinked, looking at the Arhend side table strewn with folders.

2019-10-24T15:45:20-05:00August 15th, 2016|Fiction, Issue #5, Stories|

Windblown

by Nancy Fulda The vase cracks against the hardened floor of our street-house, splitting into a dozen pieces. Shards fly everywhere – under the workbench, across the floor, even beneath the gears of the big mechanical clock that Grandfather brought down the hill this morning. Everyone in the room freezes.

2019-10-24T15:45:21-05:00August 14th, 2016|Fiction, Issue #5, Stories|

Yet Part of the Scheme

by Joshua Shaw Midway through her love story, in which we are slow dancing atop a creaky fire escape, a boozy swooning to the snow’s pitter-patter as I say I love you I love you for the first time, I interrupt Eleanor to point out that if she loved me she would stop unscrewing my [...]

2019-10-24T15:45:21-05:00November 9th, 2015|Fiction, Issue #4, Stories|

The Quantum Treatment

By Jeff Pfaller Dane peeled back the chain-link fence so Riley wouldn’t catch her curtain of hair as she ducked through. One more glance at the sliver of road between buildings, really just piles of stone instead of anything functional. No one drove on the Upper Roads this time of night. Driving a car meant [...]

2019-10-24T15:45:23-05:00November 9th, 2015|Fiction, Issue #4, Stories|

Heather

By Anne Carly Abad Every cell in the bud’s body vibrated to the girl’s voice. “Fern, cattail, lily, sedge, violet, anemone,” she imparted her knowledge of the wetlands. They were all distinct, and the bud saw them as the girl did: the fiddleheads that characterized ferns, the creamy clusters of meadowsweet, the heart-shaped leaves of [...]

2019-10-24T15:45:23-05:00November 9th, 2015|Fiction, Issue #4, Stories|

On the Inside

By Julie Sondra Decker   Zero “It’s a boy!” I do what newborn babies do. I take my first breath and cry. It’s one of the only times in my life I did what was expected of me. If I’d understood what my father’s words had sentenced me to, the crying would have been on [...]

2019-10-24T15:45:24-05:00November 9th, 2015|Fiction, Issue #4, Stories|

Code Orange and Code Blue

By Adele Gardner On high-ozone days, we all wear masks, Filtering what air there is to breathe, Supplementing it from oxygen tanks. Still, it pays to walk Slowly. Owls do not have masks. We keep them in a room With potted trees and recycled air And VR walls simulating night That emit a jaguar's warning [...]

2019-10-24T15:45:25-05:00February 21st, 2014|Fiction, Issue #3, Poetry|
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