Low-hanging Fruit by Christopher Narvaez
Low-hanging Fruit by Christopher Narvaez Cere feels the steady rapping of her heart against her ribs as she nears the edge of the property. The air is thick with tension, and the breeze is...
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Only The Best, Only For You by Kofi Nyameye
Only The Best, Only For You by Kofi Nyameye Frank Lassen, aka Frankie Luxe, had been in business for a long time, and in all that time some of the best advice he had...
Neurosis by Titoxz
Neurosis by Titoxz He had never found solace in this world, for he knew with a gnawing certainty deep within that he was not fashioned for it. The universe, he believed, was engaged in...
Aelfread’s Tale by Noah Canniff
Aelfread’s Tale by Noah Canniff The wavering light of the autumn sun glistened through the canopy of the trees above, showering the ground with a weak orange light that complimented the brilliantly colored leaves...
Soft Boy by T.J. Staneart
Soft Boy by T.J. Staneart “They used to make bomb parts here,” Detective Shultz said with his back to the dead body. “You know, the little fins on the back, the rudders? Made...
Murder On The Playground by Marc Egnal
Murder On The Playground by Marc Egnal Marit Nilson felt she had led a charmed life. She had competed for Norway in the 2008 Olympics, sailing a Laser Radial, a one-person craft, winning...
Dayward Winds By Charlotte H. Lee
Dayward Winds By Charlotte H. Lee Amka lifted her snout, scenting the chill dayward wind that forever hurtled toward the cerise and orange of a sun hiding just below the horizon, locked in its...
A Hotel of This Caliber by Robert Duffy
A Hotel of This Caliber by Robert Duffy Rostov and Kozlov pulled up in front of the storied Continental Hotel and deliberately parked in a red zone. The small vehicle rocked back and forth...
The Mat by Paul Goodwin
The Mat by Paul Goodwin I bought a large mat to cover a stain on the floor. It was chestnut and cream with a geometric pattern of circles, triangles and leaves. Its effect was...
Innsiders by C.G. Brill
Innsiders by C.G. Brill Allethion “I do not think I very much like going where we are going,” said Geltph. “Too cold. I am already beginning to chip and flake.” He rubbed his upper...
