Short stories, offering glimpses into different realities.

Diamond Tear

“STAY OFF GROOMED SURFACES” headlined the resurfacing status page as I skimmed alongside the track groomer, staying well clear of the hundred meter booms snowing frozen nitrogen onto the drag strip. Cockpit audio whooped, startling me ...

2023-03-25T18:29:49-05:00March 20th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #12, Stories|0 Comments

Road Trip

A six-foot brown Indian man, with one blue eye, one nostril, full lips, and dishwater blond wispy hair, is dressed in denim jeans and shirt. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow, exposing blond hair on his peach-colored forearms. Cracked, leather-topped, diner stools separate him and another man from each other and from me.

2023-03-22T13:34:30-05:00March 20th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #12, Stories|0 Comments

Born in ’84

I met February-22 on the day of April-14’s execution. On the silver screen, the fifteen-year-old boy faced six rifles pointed at the skies. He stood in front of a roughcast wall, dressed in white shirt and woolen trousers, like a prisoner of the regime that had collapsed.

2023-03-27T10:54:51-05:00March 20th, 2023|Fiction, Issue #12, Stories|0 Comments

The Day the Storm Ends

by Jenny Maloney - The Great Red Spot has glared out at the universe for centuries. Rachel glares back. Now: The near dead spaceship uses the last of its fuel to keep pace with Jupiter's rotation. The white and purple and maroon clouds swirl into the pressure system like water flooding a tidepool. The maelstrom is so large it fills the observation window. So large it would swallow Earth twice over. So large it swallows her.

2022-09-21T13:59:55-05:00August 27th, 2022|Fiction, Issue #11, Stories|1 Comment

The Way Bricks Talk

by Ella J. Lombard - I met her in the awkward pause after the coffin was lowered into the ground. It had been weeks since I had found a silence with so many flavors. I drank in its power and the world seemed to sharpen, the well of energy within me finally refilling. Funeral silence has an odd quality; it hovers somewhere between a prayer and a bad first date.

2022-09-21T12:17:59-05:00August 27th, 2022|Fiction, Issue #11, Stories|0 Comments

That Which Was Once My Soul

by Matt Hollingsworth - Velka’s hands twitched as she turned the page. What troubled her was a feeling without voice or words, though if it did have a voice, it would have sounded like her mother, and if it did have words, it would have said: Are you sure you read it all?

2022-09-21T14:01:02-05:00August 27th, 2022|Fiction, Issue #11, Stories|1 Comment


by Judy Helfrich - I never done it. I never killed my old man. But that's not what I told the judge, so they sentenced me here to the Lagrange-1 penal space station. Used to be they sent criminals to Australia; now they don't even want us on the planet.

2022-09-21T13:38:07-05:00August 27th, 2022|Fiction, Issue #11, Stories|1 Comment


by Kyle E Miller - The body had been dumped in a ravine overgrown with clover just as the pink blossoms opened to face the sky. He was naked beneath the black haori in which he had been wrapped.

2022-09-21T14:09:32-05:00August 27th, 2022|Fiction, Issue #11, Stories|0 Comments
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