The May edition is out! Get it while it’s hot!
Archive for May, 2008
An Heroic Tale in an Enormous Tomb
| by Tim W. Burke |
 (No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
I see your smiles in the dark; it warms me to know I am so welcome. My time among you is short, so I must begin the prelude.
We had been part of a great world named Persepis. A world ruled by empires of enlightened races, driven by powerful magic, and home to dragons and other [...]
Bliss
| by Janelle Ross |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
My mom is a clown. Yep, red rubber nose, orange wig, funny clothes – the whole nine yards. And if that’s not bad enough, my gran is a motorcycle riding social worker with tattoos from one end of her body to the other. She works at a women’s shelter. Imagine my life.
The Urchin’s Dark Kite
| by Michael J. DeLuca |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
The noon sky was just pale enough for her blue cloak to match it: the perfect concealment. She could extend a hand and believe there was no arm to anchor it. A traveler on roads below might look up at the birds or the sun and never know that Amarantha watched him from the highest [...]
Dominoes
| by Cathal O'Connell |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
The worst present I ever got was from my grandmother, Nana Sweeney, when I was eleven years old. She was my mother’s mother and she gave me Rosary Beads. I’d just got a set of dominoes from my parents, which was bad enough, but the beads were just insulting. Of course, this happened before I’d [...]
Miz Pat Tackles The Duckling Killer
| by Betty Jo Goddard |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
My day sure changed suddenly. I had intended to eat breakfast, then stir myself around and go look in on Miz Liberton, who Mary Duncan said was feeling poorly. Thought I might run to the grocery for her. Pick up a few things if she needed something. Maybe tidy up her kitchen. She can’t get [...]
Clay Head
| by Michael John Grist |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
There’s a giant head in my living room. It’s made of grey clay, and it sings through the night.
It sings songs about America. Sometimes boogie-woogie or the Big Bopper. It sings Buddy Holly. It sings about the plane that crashed and sometimes the song about the crash. It sings about whiskey and rye.
I don’t know [...]
It All Started in a Tavern on this Road …
| by the editors |
(No Ratings Yet) Loading ... |
I would say that one of the two most common places to start a fantasy short story are in a tavern and on a dusty road.
The tavern usually has a lonely man or women who is a hunter or assassin. People are after them. They have a job [...]
Stumble it!