Category Archive: Fiction

“The Irish Astronaut” by Val Nolan

By his second week in the village with the unpronounceable name, Dale had taken up with the old men fishing out beyond the rocks. The place was called the Blue Pool and people died there, he was told, freak waves being known to carry them away. Fierce tragic, as his new friends had it. ‘Saw …

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“Paradigm Shift” by Julie C. Day

The Metallic Destroyer, they call me, the Nightmare. No blood-blushed lips. No quivering eyelashes. Not one follicle of hair. My pumps hiss at varying rates: thirty and ten and fifteen compressions a minute. Each system whirring with its separate sound: circulatory and lymphatic and so much more. I no longer speak, but I can hear: …

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“The Still Room” by Jamie Killen

For the first few years of his life, the boy didn’t know the Still Room was there. To him, the heavy wooden door was simply the point at which the cellar stairs ended, just as the pantry was where they began. He often played on those stairs, enjoying the cool dampness and the reassuring sound …

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“The Tempting: A Love Story” by James Alan Gardner

Upon waking in a dampened bed—and it had been a poor idea to sleep in the Summer Room, but that was the way of Summer, wasn’t it? to make you forget its weight—your thoughts got all sidetracked by the languid scent of lilacs, and thunderstorms, and berries so fresh they were still hot from the …

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“The Entomologist’s Three Ballgowns” by Brooke Wonders

When he meets his new lab partner for the first time, he tries not to look directly at her. Snatched glimpses prove she’s pretty, but his account is by necessity piecemeal, a view as if through compound eyes. For instance, her brows arch like the raptorial legs of a mantis and are brown like her …

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“Grandmother of Ghosts” by E. Catherine Tobler

The boats have stopped coming. After three long weeks without a single boat, I have stopped looking to the sea. The last rowboat that came rests belly up farther down the shore. It reminds me of a beached whale; a calf at that, dead before it ever really began. A woman sits there at sunset …

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Glass Boxes and Clockwork Gods by Damien Walters Grintalis

When the one in red gives up and screams, no one makes a sound. We turn our faces away or rest our foreheads against the glass and wait. It won’t take long. Big is quick with the remaking. In between the screams, sharp snaps punctuate the air with exclamation points of splintered bone and leaking …

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North by Kristy Truax-Nichols

“Do you ever think about flying?” Julie asks him. She’s got her toes tucked up under Chris’s leg, and he shifts and tries to ignore them. “I guess.” He runs a hand through his greasy brown hair and tucks a hank behind his ear. His voice is rough because he’s trying so hard not to …

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Musici by Derek Zumsteg

The last note of Enri’s exit aria resounded in the hall, the heavy air humming and electric, as the company’s performers smiled in the lamplight and accepted scattered applause. The audience, roused from gawking up at the important people in the boxes along each side wall, began to push for the aisles. One listener sat …

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The Greatest of His Age by Bart Allen

Do not tell me how piano lesson is to go. Is very well, young one, that you like to play the Schumann or the Schubert I give you, more than the Haydn or the Scarlatti, but you must play them all. We do not know what you will be. Oh, could be that I guess, …

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