The Fafank by Dillon Eliassen
The Fafank by Dillon Eliassen The other eulogists had stood at the lectern away from bisnonna Marie’s casket, but I took my turn standing near her; I wished to speak to bisnonna Marie as...
Vol 14
The Last by Alexander Preis
The Last by Alexander Preis The quill scratched against the parchment, the iron gall ink leaving its impressions in flowing text. With little more than a shaft of moonlight and the rapidly approaching dawn...
A Meeting of the Minds by John Timm
A Meeting of the Minds by John Timm Friday, June 13, 2025 The scientific journals were jammed with articles about it. The cable news networks couldn’t get enough of it. It had become routine...
Mouthalator 996 by Ara Hone
Mouthalator 996 by Ara Hone Ansion Gilpepper stepped up onto the hoverboard tethered at the virtual platform’s edge and peeked between virtual curtains at the avatars occupying every seat in the virtual hall. The...
A Circle of Seagulls by Tony Billinghurst
A Circle of Seagulls by Tony Billinghurst The postcard from England only bore three words: “Phone me – Lew.” Sue came into the room with the coffee. “Who’s that from?” She asked, putting the...
The Interview by Fred Miller
The Interview by Fred Miller Following a long step down from the bus, he moved across the sidewalk onto the plaza and gazed at the gleaming monolith rising out of the ground and disappearing...
Eternal Flame 1933 by Douglas Kolacki
Eternal Flame 1933 by Douglas Kolacki May 10, 1933 The Bebelplatz lit up Berlin. The heat of fire and national fervor combined to sizzle the light rain before it touched the ground. Forty thousand...
Short Stuff by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
Short Stuff by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. Nobody in San Juan, California, would have ever predicted how Tuesday Gipson would turn out. She proved the adage, don’t judge a book by its cover. Tuesday...
Two Birds With One Stone by Mark SaFranko
Two Birds With One Stone by Mark SaFranko Rex Givern’s parents were against the idea from the beginning. “A zoo? That’s damned dicey, isn’t it?” His father made most of the snarky comments, but...
Peripheral Visions by James Rumpel
Peripheral Visions by James Rumpel Alan was never a close friend. He was just sort of there. Even in high school, he wasn’t a big part of my social group but he was always...