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Short Fiction
Jacob Ian DeCoursey
Once, when I was little, I tried to fix my stuffed animal’s scuffed eye with a Sharpie. I slipped and left a giant blot over its glass retina. My favorite toy. So I tried to add more black to cover...

Short Fiction
David King
I travelled 30,000 light years and slept most of the way. Insect dreams of sex. That’s what hypersleep does to you. Fucks you around big time. Arrive not knowing if you’re human or some kind of slug on two legs. Stagger...

Flash Fiction
Michael Duda
There’s always been rumors about it. You’ll read them in any newspaper or you could listen to about a million plus one channels about it. But now, this happens. Who shot first? The pictures just show smoking grey metal and a...

Short Fiction
Jim Meirose
Yes; went in, sat a while, had a few—and this guy came and claimed the last empty stool. It’s really okay and nothing to sit close, rubbing elbows with strangers, in a place like this. Just pay no attention, don’t hear...

Serial Fiction
Benny Profane
Slumped beside me in a heavy lethargic malaise is my sometime drinking companion George. George is a gangly wisp of a man with an unchanging uniform and strict daily routine that you have to admire. Measuring around 7ft nothing and weighing well below...

Short Fiction
Kenneth Nolan
Tom Jones got a job in a sex shop in Sydney. A tiny shit-hole, situated in a seedy corner just off George Street near “The Railway Hostel” where he and I first met. He was a Welshman, just like the singer Tom...

Short Fiction
Louise M. Hart
Part 1 Conception Shelagh and Arthur scrambled over the cemetery gates. The moon cast menacing shadows on the ground below and beckoned them to cross the hallowed turf. They often visited the graves during daylight, but this was their first evening visit....

Short Fiction
Brand King
I’d missed my bus to Ardara and wound up in a place called Killybegs instead. I’d have to make do. I walked up the main street of the little fishing town and saw a sign for budget accommodation. Inside there was no...

Short Fiction
Richard Barr
For all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all. Luke 8:17 There’d been an incident in work and now an investigation were underway. From the...