Fiction
Talking To Elephants by Mary Anne Mohanraj
Ezi had watched them once, in the middle of the night -- he'd snuck out of the palace to watch the elephant funeral when he was only ten years old, and the image of the elephants ripping open the earth had been burned into his memory. Just imagine if they did that to one of the Hansithi army's companies -- they could take out a thousand men in one move!
Burning Bright by Jennifer Hykes
It started with the dragon in the backyard...Its scales were yellowish-green, the color of a new leaf, as if it had just sprouted up the night before.
Boneless Corpse by E. Bundy
Brialdur didn’t know, and of course I had no intention of telling him, that some visions haunt me until I resolve them in daily life. The image of the flaccid dwarf felt like one of these. To rid myself of it, I would work for free.
Mind's Eye View by David Schibi
None of this is real, he thought.
The Black Sheep of Vaerlosi by Desmond Warzel
If my successor as Inspector-General of Okazaki Sector had caught Nwachakwu red-handed his first day on the job, that would be an even better story.
Though it would be some time before I pieced the whole thing together, the real story was better still. What made it so was the fact that I could have had him all along.
The Monks of Udom Xhai by Lavie Tidhar
In such a fashion began the period known, at least to the townsfolk of that remote valley of Udom Xhai, there on the ancient trail between Luang Prabang and Luang Namtha, as the Black Monks’ Ascendancy. It would last exactly sixty-four days, and leave behind it an incomprehensible structure two days’ walk from the town, a collective of strange dreams--some beautiful, some terrifying--
Talking To Elephants by Mary Anne Mohanraj
Ezi had watched them once, in the middle of the night -- he'd snuck out of the palace to watch the elephant funeral when he was only ten years old, and the image of the elephants ripping open the earth had been burned into his memory. Just imagine if they did that to one of the Hansithi army's companies -- they could take out a thousand men in one move!
Burning Bright by Jennifer Hykes
It started with the dragon in the backyard...Its scales were yellowish-green, the color of a new leaf, as if it had just sprouted up the night before.
Boneless Corpse by E. Bundy
Brialdur didn’t know, and of course I had no intention of telling him, that some visions haunt me until I resolve them in daily life. The image of the flaccid dwarf felt like one of these. To rid myself of it, I would work for free.
Mind's Eye View by David Schibi
None of this is real, he thought.
The Black Sheep of Vaerlosi by Desmond Warzel
If my successor as Inspector-General of Okazaki Sector had caught Nwachakwu red-handed his first day on the job, that would be an even better story.
Though it would be some time before I pieced the whole thing together, the real story was better still. What made it so was the fact that I could have had him all along.
The Monks of Udom Xhai by Lavie Tidhar
In such a fashion began the period known, at least to the townsfolk of that remote valley of Udom Xhai, there on the ancient trail between Luang Prabang and Luang Namtha, as the Black Monks’ Ascendancy. It would last exactly sixty-four days, and leave behind it an incomprehensible structure two days’ walk from the town, a collective of strange dreams--some beautiful, some terrifying--
Flash Fiction
I Expect There Will Be A Reason Soon by Mark Cole
It was a Cadillac Fleetwood Custom Limousine from the early seventies, in black with gold plated trim. The upholstery looked like real leather. It lay with most of its grill buried in the sand, its stretched body sprawled out as limp as a rag doll. The frame must have snapped in half-a-dozen places.
And, of course, there was no explanation of what it was doing in the middle of the Gobi desert.
I Expect There Will Be A Reason Soon by Mark Cole
It was a Cadillac Fleetwood Custom Limousine from the early seventies, in black with gold plated trim. The upholstery looked like real leather. It lay with most of its grill buried in the sand, its stretched body sprawled out as limp as a rag doll. The frame must have snapped in half-a-dozen places.
And, of course, there was no explanation of what it was doing in the middle of the Gobi desert.
Poetry
Translations From The Collective Unconscious:Ritual Song To Bless The Traveler by Cheryl Wood Ruggiero
The Time Traveler's Lament by Marvin Rabinovitch
An "Unkindness" Of Ravens by Scott Edward Anderson
Translations From The Collective Unconscious:Ritual Song To Bless The Traveler by Cheryl Wood Ruggiero
The Time Traveler's Lament by Marvin Rabinovitch
An "Unkindness" Of Ravens by Scott Edward Anderson
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