The Speckled Rooster by Arthur Davis
The Speckled Rooster by Arthur Davis The Speckled Rooster, as he was known, stopped off at my farm while on his way back to the Big City. I had enough problems with the cows...
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Going There by Ennis James Sheehan
Going There by Ennis James Sheehan Martina Scandilla was smart. She knew she was smart. Everyone around her knew she was smart. Smarty smart smart. Smartness went before her like an escort of proud...
Saving Harold by John Timm
Editor’s Note: This is a follow-up to a previous science fiction story published by us, that can be read by clicking the link: “A Meeting of the Minds by John Timm” Saving Harold by...
The Funk by Miles Whitney
The Funk by Miles Whitney It looked like a head. Then Megan saw a blackened hand sticking out from the dirt. The sod overhung the steep creek bank where the body parts protruded, grassy...
Barbarossa of Seville 4 by Matt Mordecai
Barbarossa of Seville 4 by Matt Mordecai The Mayfield Galleria, fusty jewel of the backwater planetoid Seville 4, was closed for the day. Glancing across the peeling, hair-strewn lino to the doorway of his...
The Best View in the Bar by J.D. Strange
The Best View in the Bar by J.D. Strange The moon shone down on the city like a spotlight in a darkened theater. Shadows danced and demons lurked in every corner of The Plaza....
Take My Place by Nicholas Woods
Take My Place by Nicholas Woods It was five days before the accident, and Alexander could recall a menacing feeling in his gut that later he deduced as a warning. Whether from his body,...
Ice Coach by James Fitzsimmons
Ice Coach by James Fitzsimmons People gathered at the pound of frozen hooves. Orchard owners anticipated low hanging fruit. Farmers imagined undulating fields. Children awaited ice chips. Inside the Silversnake jail, Constable Hank Jeffords...
Beggars Would Ride by James C. Clar
Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventure of the two Hawaii Police Detectives by clicking the link: “The Way the Cookie Crumbles by James C. Clar” Beggars Would Ride by James C. Clar “Sympathetic Magic...
Warehouse no. 4 by Caroline Taylor
Warehouse no. 4 by Caroline Taylor After all these years, the place still smells of coffee. It’s nearly overwhelmed by the stench of urine, feces, and dead animal, but it’s there. And now I...