The Last Account of the Argentville Witches by M Rob Stewart
The Last Account of the Argentville Witches by M Rob Stewart In the long road of reality, many lives have come and gone. The struggle against the encroaching flow of time is as...
The Last Account of the Argentville Witches by M Rob Stewart In the long road of reality, many lives have come and gone. The struggle against the encroaching flow of time is as...
Editor’s Choice Awards: List of Exemplary Eclectic Fiction in Vol 16 Or is it the Editor’s Toast Awards or maybe the Cat’s Whiskers Awards 2024. We wanted to call it the Janitor’s Toast Awards...
Pushcart Prize Nominees for 2025 by FreedomFiction.com We again aim to get our nominations in hard-copy to the New York office of Pushcart Press in October 2024. We also always try to get noticed....
Dark Skies and Bloody Stars by Joe Struvallo Stu knelt beside the first body. The shooter had used a full choke, buckshot striking between the shoulder blades as a single clump. The corpse, hands...
Hocus Pocus by Michael Smith The lights dimmed. The audience hushed. Word had spread that this might be interesting. A lone figure strode confidently and purposefully to center stage, a single spotlight guiding...
YPM2025 by Teresa Freeland An incoming text alert sounded from Cora’s phone. Although rushed for time, trying to meet a self-imposed deadline, she willingly allowed herself a moment of sweet anticipation. After a beat,...
Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventure of pilot Boyd by clicking the link: “The Vladivostok Express by R. K. Olson” * * * The Tsarina’s Jewels by R. K. Olson Time: 0410 Over the...
‘Sleep Like the Undead’ Mattress and Bedding by Megan Moreland Everything is going according to plan. I switched shifts with Victoria so I could do patrols with Shaan. Which, in and of itself is...
The Coffin Maker by Kristoph Kosicki Nobody saw the coffin maker ride into town and sure as hell nobody saw him set up shop. Despite the abnormality of his appearance, nobody believed him when...
Annabel Lee by Paul Hilding And so all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulcher there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding...