Interview with Artist Reza Afshar
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Book Review: Wendy, Darling by AC Wise
Book Review: Wendy, Darling by AC Wise by Marie Croke
Words for Thought: June 2022
Welcome to another Words for Thought! Herein, you will find five stories dealing with love—the ways it changes over time, the ways it persists, and the ways it can evolve into something new. These are stories that mix hope and melancholy, stories about endings and...
As the Sun Dies
But our peace betrayed us, blinded us to the slow winding of the spindle, and when we saw it, it was too late. The end didn’t come quietly. When the earthquakes hit, three houses fell into a crack across the South River. For days, the ground heaved beneath us, and our dead moaned in their graves.
Simbiyu and the Nameless
The river is changing. You know this without knowing how, or why. Tatu doesn’t notice. She’s poking in the mud, digging for crabs. A black octopus climbs from the water’s surface. A mist that whispers a name. You understand it. You’re one with it, bopping your anticipation.
Episode 90: In the Monster’s Mouth
"In The Monster's Mouth" by Tim Waggoner — published in Apex Magazine, issue 131, May 2022. Read it here: https://www.apex-magazine.com/ Tim Waggoner has published over forty novels and five collections of short stories. He writes original dark fantasy and horror,...
Shevitsa
But only the worn carpets heard me, and they had no pity. When it wasn’t too cold, I took my pillow and wool blanket from the too-narrow bench and curled up on the carpet. I traced my fingers over the sun-bleached threads. Their patterns were familiar—the same triangles and rhombuses used in embroidery. The carpets held stories of engagements and weddings, children and grandchildren. Around the edges were the zigzags of protection.
In the Monster’s Mouth
She was tired of performing, tired of competing, tired of the pressure, but most of all, she was tired of her father. She judged the distance, closed her eyes, and visualized what she wanted to accomplish, and then she opened her eyes and flung herself at the wall, angling her left shoulder to take the brunt of the impact. When she connected with the wall, she felt as much as heard a harsh crack, and she fell to the floor. She lay there, her shoulder burning like fire, but she had a smile on her face.
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