Category: Fiction

Don’t tell

fiction by Tim Chapman When the police arrive you tell them you were coming from the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn when you heard the blast. You tell them you dropped the...

Spirits of the Forest

fiction by Michael Allan Mallory “There it is.” Stig gestured to the cracked white birch by the edge of the road. “Almost there!” His athletic build easily quickened the pace. Harald struggled to keep...

Lily of the Valley

fiction by Jessica Laine-Mork It was a fixer-upper in a nice neighborhood where nothing ever happened. At the closing, Harold shook hands with Marjorie and James. “I hope you’ll be as happy as Lilith...

What We Do for Love

fiction by Tim Chapman Frank Mosley was alone in the little room behind the chapel as he inspected the collection of crutches, photographs, and testimonial letters that covered the wood paneled walls. It was...

Racing to the Bright Unknown

fiction by M.E. Purfield Pace Dustin slung the bag full of cash over his shoulder and ran from his busted car into the woods. The crescent moon hung bright in the black, star-dotted sky...

The Ghost Shirt & the Gold Medallion

a fictionalized historical story by Larrie Wanberg It happened some time ago on the day before Christmas. The days were short in that season and mornings came late. But on this evening in history,...

The Case of the Missing Instrument

fiction by Atar J. Hadari He sat with a pint at one of the thick brown benches outside the National Film Theatre and realized he’d no idea where his instrument was. He had been...

Flu Season

fiction by John M. Floyd If he’s sick,” O’Neal said, “maybe he’ll die on his own.” Patty shook her head. “He just has a cold. Sniffles and sneezes.” They were crouching together in the...

Fiction: Honeymoon Period

by John Moralee When Birgitte saw the beautiful hotel, surrounded by a deep forest, she kissed me and grinned. “It’s just how I remembered! Our honeymoon will be amazing, Markus.” I hoped so. I parked...

Finger in the Pie

fiction by Sara-Mae Tuson Britt opens the fridge to get the butter. She pauses, considering. The severed head is at an oblique angle, leaning on the bread. Squashing it. She frowns and grabs the...