adventure

A Walk Through the Ashes of Narthwich by Leah Hearne

A Walk Through the Ashes of Narthwich by Leah Hearne It’s snowing in Narthwich. A draft brushes against my coat and I pull it tighter around my arms. White flakes are lured to the...

The Circus by Andrew Older

The Circus by Andrew Older Storm clouds were beginning to materialize as Harry and the others pulled into the driveway. Johnson looked up and squinted – to him, the confluence of clouds seemed artificial,...

Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.

Abraham by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. It’s 2:30 A.M., and I’m driving down a one-lane dirt road at five to ten miles per hour with my high beams on. I have not driven this...

I’m Back by Frederick K. Foote

I’m Back by Frederick K. Foote I’m back. I’m back in Mississippi again, and the hair’s rising on the nape of my neck and forearms. There’s a cold chill running down my spine as...

A Perfect Match by Frederick K. Foote

A Perfect Match by Frederick K. Foote The sister’s not my type at all. She is too light to fight, too thin to win, and too white to be right. She has bone-colored skin,...

Diamond by Martin Grise

Diamond by Martin Grise You believe that shit, buddy? That story about raids out on the frontier. Buncha crap. Well, it was better than watchin’ the game on the other screen. Transluminal hasn’t had...

After the Rain by Cynthia Robinson Young

After the Rain by Cynthia Robinson Young “Few days following the death of the rats, Men pass away like falling walls.” –Chinese poet Shih Tao February 20 The first thing I noticed was the...

A Forlorn Hope by Rudolfo San Miguel

A Forlorn Hope by Rudolfo San Miguel Charles Stanton was going to die. He was exhausted and snow blind. Everyone recognized his condition. He traveled to our camps from Fort Sutter through the blizzard...

The Forest Life by Matt Hlinak

The Forest Life by Matt Hlinak Editor’s Note: The story was initially titled as “Uncontacted”. Georgia leaned against the bar and wiped the sweat from her brow. The grandmotherly bartender hobbled over. Georgia ordered...

The Quest Giver by Joe Prosit

The Quest Giver by Joe Prosit “It’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.” The kid, and he was just a kid, too young to be called a man, looked funny at the gun resting...