The City Among The Stars – Part Two: Fear
Short Story It was 1 in the morning of the daily cycle, but there was light coming from every house on Zerzura. The whole colony was watching to see if the wormhole portal’s arrival...
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Short Story It was 1 in the morning of the daily cycle, but there was light coming from every house on Zerzura. The whole colony was watching to see if the wormhole portal’s arrival...
Short Story I stood on the bank of the Manzanares, smoked a cigarette, and pissed into the river. The Manzanares was like a stream of urine on a hot summer sidewalk. I had made...
Short Story The seagull had won. It survived near certain dead due the kindness of a good natured squirrel. It defeated its enemies and took back its throne as a leader of the colony. Its statue...
Short Story The dentist’s chair. Why did they call it that? The dentist never sat there, that was for sure. The dentist’s torture chamber — that was more like it. The hygienist was nice...
Serial Mystery continued from part one Chapter 4 It was at least another hour-and-a-half before any of the other guests arrived. Seth had been puttering around the house mostly waiting for their inevitable arrival:...
Short Story Milly: “I gotta take the bus home.” Von: “Okay.” Milly: “So I need two-fifty.” Von: “Where’s your bus pass?” Milly: “I don’t have it.” Von: “I know, but where is it?” Milly:...
Don’t ask me how many days we were captives aboard that monstrous ship. Don’t ask me. Days and nights spilled into one another, during which we were bound to a wide column amidst crates...
“Hey, look here a second—he’s got a collar!” Dan gestured at the dog. A small brass disc hung from the strap, dangling where his Adam’s apple would’a been if he could talk any. Poor...
Short Story Kathy awoke in the foggy afterglow of 2014, her sheets torn halfway off her bed, her 2015 glitter glasses on her pillow and a “Happy New Year!” hat almost finding its pointy...
Short Story The creature’s name was Nushka although she didn’t know it yet. She was a child of the forest and her name was whatever tune the wind decided to whistle. Her name was...
Short Story It was one story. A porch out front with an awning. Buried deep in on of the forgotten parts of L.A. The lawn was unkempt, the paint peeling from the walls, the...
Short Story As soon as Thomas was able to prop himself upright, he made it his quest to reach the window. On the fourth night after his surgery, he forced himself out of bed and...