Fiction

Go Broncos/Fiction by Joe Mills

Go Broncos/Fiction by Joe Mills

Photo by Adrià Crehuet Cano on Unsplash *** Go Broncos!   by Joe Mills arisa watches Cameron burrow into the team huddle. The kids put their hands towards the center, bow their heads, then, after a...

Jessica Noyes McEntee/Fiction

  Can You Say Capitalism?   by Jessica Noyes McEntee  Contributing Writer Papa always said, “Princesses have princes to come to their rescue, but you have me. And Donovan, in a pinch—he’s on the payroll for that.” An unsentimental sort, he never followed up...

Joe Giordano/Fiction

At the Cemetery by Joe Giordano Contributing Writer   "Who died?" Craig’s eyes rose. They were brown like a Basset Hound. "What? Oh, Frank, you surprised me." If we weren’t on the beach, or under the boardwalk with a chick, the guys hung out at Conor’s Irish Pub...

Fiction/Jean E. Verthein

      Plie, Adjust, Tundu, Tap   by Jean E. Verthein Contributing Writer Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the attacker from six months earlier was there. But...

Gardner Dozois: In Memoriam, by Jack Dann

I don’t need to tell the reader that Gardner became one of the most important editors in the genre, as influential and essential to the mature state of science fiction as John W. Campbell was to its earlier formation. He was fine tuned to talent; he loved developing it in other writers; and that ability to nurture and develop so many writers, that ability to focus and shape the field…that was genius. Less known, sadly, is that he was a brilliant short story writer. The short form was his métier. Although he lamented that he wasn’t really comfortable with novel lengths, his oeuvre of what I think of as perfect short stories are second to none in or out of the genre. They are true expressions of the poetry that circulated through him like blood.

Vanishing Acts/Chapter One

                                                                          Vanishing Acts Chapter One – Buddy, 2011   "Chapter One -- Buddy, 2011, " is the first chapter in the latest book from Jaimee Wriston Colbert.   by Jaimee Wriston Colbert [dropcap...

Carol Smallwood/Bill Luvaas Interview

Carol Smallwood/Bill Luvaas Interview

Photo by Blake Wheeler on Unsplash   ***   Dancing the Writer's Two Step An Interview with Bill Luvaas   with Carol Smallwood Contributing Writer Welcome to Saint Angel  is the fourth novel of this multi-nominated novelist honored with such nominations...

Arthur Shattuck O’Keefe/Fiction

He stopped, turned, and looked at Yugo. For the first time ever, he smiled; the very faintest trace of a smile. But neither mocking nor malicious, no. Yugo felt a sudden sense of kinship and empathy in this smile which both attracted and repelled him, and he knew in that moment that the man with the umbrella would not die today.

William Crawford/Flash Fiction

  “It’s like a heat wave…”    A Kool, Kool Fool From The Rock ‘N Roll School Shares A Frigidaire Nightmare.   pulled into El Paso along about half past dead. The weathered wall thermometer hit...

Fiction/Leslie Brown

  WALKABOUT   by Leslie Brown In the summer of 1969 I told my mother II was going to sublet an apartment in the Cass Corridor. I’d always wanted to live near campus, and this was my last chance, my final quarter of graduate school at Wayne State University....

Ken Wetherington/Fiction

One Night in Las Vegas   Jackson and I pushed our way through the crowded casino to the table where Marcos dealt blackjack.  We stood among the spectators, watching as his deck diminished.  When a dozen or so cards remained, he scooped up the discards and began...

Fiction/Allen Davis

  Fireball   by Allen Davis ey chief,” says the big guy in dirty, mustard-colored overalls as you walk up to the store in the village. “Come ‘ere for a sec. I wanna ask ya somethin’.” He’s got a...

Aura Redwood/Fiction

Aura Redwood/Fiction

Photo by Miguel Orós on Unsplash *** The Itch by Aura Redwood he bell rang, shrill, demanding, echoing through the small classroom.  Without needing to be told twice, a swarm of small children echoed their...

Alexis Rhone Fancher/Fiction

Alexis Rhone Fancher/Fiction

Unsplash: Henning Witzel photo *** His Full Attention   by Alexis Rhone Fancher duardo’s exceptionally large. When he drives too fast up the mountain, yanking me to him on the curves, his body is an...

At the Năvodari Camp/Daniel Dragomirescu

At the Năvodari Camp/Daniel Dragomirescu

The more I wished to go on that journey, the longer the waiting seemed. My father’s stories about seeing the Danube, Saligny’s bridge and everything else were not enough and I was burning with anticipation. I wanted to see myself on that train once and for all.

Thad Rutkowski/The Ore Hole

    THE ORE HOLE   By Thaddeus Rutkowski During a school day, a science teacher took my class on a field trip. We hiked to a patch of trees growing in a crater in the ground. “This was an ore hole,” he explained. “Iron ore was dug here; then it was...

Thad Rutkowski/Hard Biking

HARD BIKING   by Thaddeus Rutkowski It’s raining, and I’m on foot, heading for my parked bicycle, when I see a bike go by with two umbrellas attached to it. One umbrella is over the main rider, and the other is over the back wheel, as if to protect a small...

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