The Storm Creatures
We fly with the storm,
Read Moreby Mike Barretta | Sep 26, 2016 | Short Fiction
He slowed for a feathered corpse in the middle of the road. Up above, the local troop of macaques shrieked at a flock of gene-crafted micro-raptors. He rounded the blind curve and jerked the steering wheel back to avoid a washout from last night’s thunderstorm. The truck bounced across broken asphalt, and the steering wheel twisted out of his hands. From the corner of his eye, he saw a man emerging from the woods. He jammed the brakes and his truck left the road, plowing to a stop into the soft red dirt undercut from the crumbling asphalt.
Read Moreby Brandon Marlon | Sep 23, 2016 | Poetry
A legendary trove slumbers under sandscape,
Read Moreby Andrea Johnson | Sep 21, 2016 | Interviews
An interview with this month’s featured author.
Read Moreby Alexandria Baisden | Sep 19, 2016 | Short Fiction
The old man stared out the window at the sky streaked with burnt oranges and sizzling yellows. A few white stars winked. Magentas hung suspended in the mist. Sherbet, he thought. I bet the dawn tastes like rainbow sherbet. If the old man had a spoon big enough, he would have scooped it all.
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