What The Moon Brings

I hate the moon — I am afraid of it — for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas…

September 2017. Issue 16.

Ready the prayer beads, crack open the hymn books and warm up the choir: the angels are coming. Welcome to issue 16, where our authors bring 15 different angles to their tiny angel tales.There are saviours, rebirths and salvation. Angels rising and falling. There is fire and fury, freedom and tragedy. Angels familiar and strange,…

JOHN B SINCLAIR: Time Piece

He turned to see his replacement being greeted as he had been, with smiles, handshakes, and razzmatazz. All too soon his own time had been ravaged with despair, hurricanes, and many tragic manmade disasters. The Old Year listened to the chimes welcoming the New Year and whispered: “Good Luck, 2018.” John B. Sinclair is a…

Unwelcome Sunrise

Author: J.D. Rice As the sun rises, the ruins of the city begin to glimmer in orange and gold. Mangled hunks of metal and shards of glass reflect the rising sunlight, making the landscape come alive in various hues, welcoming me to a new day – another day of loneliness and misery. I am the…

Vacation

by Lia BurnhamShe paints blistering pox upon her skin. Cool drops of lighter fluid scatter across the instep of each foot. Dampened washcloth held aloft, salivating, her eyes widen as the lighter’s metallic rip ignites anointed spots. Toes curled, teeth clenched, she rides agony to climax before releasing the cloth. A nauseating sizzle and the…

Horace on the Bridge

Author: Michael F. Da Silva I will tell you about the last time we tried a counter-invasion. The plan was this: to decapitate their command structure and destroy their ability to create bridges across the multiverse, thus locking them in their own worldline and perhaps even instigate a power struggle amongst their elite. This was…

ANNA ASCOTT: Chill to Serve

Ingredients 140 invitations 121 RSVPs 47 relatives, immediate or otherwise 1 cake (number of layers may vary) 3 bridesmaids 2 groomsmen 1 dress 1 pair of shoes 1 pair of cold feet 3 reassurances 2 vows 1 chance, not taken 1 decision 1 kiss Directions Combine ingredients, chill to serve. Anna likes socks, notebooks, tea,…

Circus

by C.A.Kevyn, leather-suited son of the owner, threw a can into the glass-panelled box where Sacha lay. She sat over her heels and dipped a silver-skinned hand inside it.“Hide me that stump this time.”She watched him with red-glinting eyes while a coating of black oil travelled up her arm, across the single wing, and over…

Lost

by John XeroAngel fixed her makeup. Go big, go glitter. That’s what the punters liked, apparently. Stands out against the darkness. She glittered her cheeks, her belly, her breasts. Could use all the help she could get, standing out against the darkness. As if that wasn’t a lost cause.Music thumped through the wall: pounding, raunchy.…

IAIN YOUNG: How It Usually Works

“Call it in the air, ma’am.” “Tails,” said Spring, lounging by the pool. The groundhog caught the coin. “It’s heads, ma’am.” “Best of three?” Spring asked. “No,” said Winter, “and absolutely no more favors.” “Not even a little one?” “I’ll be at the bar,” said the groundhog. “Let me know.” Iain Young asserts that no…

G ALLEN WILBANKS: Out the Back

With nowhere to hide, he stood exposed, naked to the world. Looking up from where he came, he longed for what he had left behind. Unprepared for confrontation, the choice that led him to this time and place was inescapable. Couldn’t she at least throw his pants out to him?   G. Allen Wilbanks is…

365 Days Later: End of our Challenge

Day 365, the end. For those of you who didn’t know, this website was a collaborative project between Nikita Klimov and Benjamin Davis. Ben is from Massachusetts, U.S.A. and Nikita is from Moscow, Russia. They both live in St. Petersburg, Russia for some reason no one can ever seem to grasp. Since October 17th 2016,…

Y’s First Hangover

Every time I wake up dry-lipped, searching around in the dark for recent memories, I take a breath–open my phone, and start looking desperately for hangover cures. This morning I opened my phone and paused–I’ve done this before, I thought. I closed my phone, then my eyes before falling asleep thinking; I’ve grown. A few…

BRENT C GREEN: Polka Dot War

What do polka dots remind you of? They remind Grandpa of the exploding rockets he hid from every night with his face in the mud from his own sweat and piss. I swear it got inside his mind that night because now it’s cracking. Alzheimer’s is God giving him morphine. Brent C. Green is a…

101

Swaths of radiation-loving fungi and roiling sun-side seas: the probe shots from tide-locked Proxima B changed Earth’s view of the Universe forever. This story is based on the encouraging results of climate models of Proxima B, which indicate that the second planet around the “star next door” to ours could well be habitable. Would it…

100

One bloody thumb to the imp’s contract and like was erased from her speech. Her boss promoted her. Her friends heard each absence as a pain. I study under a professor who’s dedicated part of her career to “like”. Even though prescriptivists love to make fun of it in women, “like” is not especially correlated with gender overall, but…

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