Roots on Ya
Everyone else just stood there in their Sunday best looking on with their mouths open, their eyes wide. Some of the ladies hollered. One fainted dead away. Even the menfolk gasped and let loose an Oh Lord here and there.
Read Moreby LH Moore | Feb 23, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
Everyone else just stood there in their Sunday best looking on with their mouths open, their eyes wide. Some of the ladies hollered. One fainted dead away. Even the menfolk gasped and let loose an Oh Lord here and there.
Read Moreby Tonya Liburd | Feb 16, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
They say that the manifestation of one’s magic is determined by the crucial events and influences—internal and external—surrounding one’s special time which happened during puberty. Signs and markers can help point out specifically when one’s special time will manifest; but the Ace of Knives was alone.
Read Moreby Merc Fenn Wolfmoor | Feb 10, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
The thing about souls is that they don’t wander off. Not unless a body is so broken-down that there are too many cracks to hold even breath inside. The girl isn’t that far gone. She’s still strong, still has grit, and still believes in a future.
Read Moreby Alix E. Harrow | Feb 2, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 3
I’ve ferried two hundred and twenty-one souls across the river of death, and I can already tell my two-hundred-and-twenty-second is going to be a real shitkicker. I know by the lightness of the manila folder in my hand, the preemptive pity in the courier’s face as she gives it to me. I read the typewritten card paper-clipped to the front with my stomach tensed, braced for the sucker punch.
Read Moreby Cassandra Khaw | Jan 26, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
We fled to the stars before Earth let out its last breath and drifted between galaxies for four hundred years, listening to the heartbeats of our ships. Fiction would have you think that such an enterprise would turn the species feral, but the truth is kinder. Humanity lost its fear of itself, shed its hate like a mouthful of rust. When you have nothing but each other, you learn to love your neighbour. You do that or you die.
Read Moreby P H Lee | Jan 19, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
It hurts that you don’t recognize me, your own familiar that you made from a part of your own soul, but there are more important things for us to deal with right now. I push through the hurt and speak to you, saying, “This is not a story you are reading. This is actually happening, and it’s actually happening to you.”
Read Moreby Elana Gomel | Jan 12, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
A woman seeks her mother in a world decimated by Mutational Hemorrhaging Fever.
Read Moreby Charles Payseur | Jan 5, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
The winner of our 2020 Holiday Horrors Flash Fiction contest!
Read Moreby Fargo Tbakhi | Jan 5, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
Getting to the other side of the Arab Quarter means going through the New Tel Aviv settlement civic center but I really don’t have a choice if I want to get some cash and keep drinking.
Read Moreby Beth Dawkins | Nov 10, 2020 | Short Fiction | 0
There are two kinds of people; those who go over the wall, and those who stay behind. No one who goes over the wall is heard from again.
Read Moreby Maurice Broaddus | Nov 10, 2020 | Short Fiction | 2
The gun-toting boys waved through a truck laden with supplies. Kerchiefs covered the faces of those who bothered to protect themselves at all. In a testament to their rugged image of manhood, most went without masks.
Read Moreby LaShawn W. Wanak | May 31, 2019 | Short Fiction | 2
Rosetta knelt to look at the stump in the corner of her client’s bedroom. It had the likeness of a ten-year-old boy, four feet tall, dressed in an oversized shirt and suspenders, and its features were flawless, from the newsboy’s cap cocked on its tight curls, to its pupil-less eyes fringed with long eyelashes.
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