Category: Fantasy

All Stories, Fantasy

Xius and his Flying Carpet Emporium by Hermester Barrington

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Xius waved at the family driving away in their BMW M3—it had license plate frames from his cousin’s dealership—with their brand new Fénix rolled up and strapped to its roof. He locked his showroom’s front door, hit a switch, and the sign reading “New and Used Flying Carpets!” flickered out. Sighing as he tried to ignore the worn linoleum, and the faded map of the world, marked with places such as El Dorado, Xanadu, and St. Brigid’s Well, he gathered together his receipts—paperwork would take him about two hours, he figured. He smiled as he thought of his daughters nagging him to get a computer, but he didn’t see the point, now—he had been at this for almost forty years, and every day seemed as if it might be the last.

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All Stories, Fantasy

Transition by Chris Klassen

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At what point, the man wondered, does semi-light become semi-dark.  It was, he recognized, his first intriguing thought of the day after sitting immobile at his desk for hours with legs tightening and stomach growling.  And the idea had only come to him after looking out his window and noticing that the sun was beginning to set.  So it was becoming semi-light.  Or semi-dark.

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All Stories, Fantasy

Stonechat by Stephen Silvester

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You may have seen me. That is, if you ever look up into the airy spaces. Few do. Some look straight ahead into the distance, unseeing, sure of their path; some look down, watching out for things not to tread in; others glance sideways at pretty girls as they pass. Just occasionally a flawless morning or an irrepressible carefree mood will set the stroller’s eye a-wandering, and I may be taken in as one of several irritations on an otherwise symmetrical arrangement of planes and curves. Or the gaze may even rest on me for a moment, and the beholder wonder idly – such curiosity evaporates instantly – who I am supposed to be. Next time you pass St Paul’s on the south side, do look up. You will see five statues in various unlikely poses above a phoenix that perpetually does whatever a phoenix is supposed to do. I am the one on the right.

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All Stories, Fantasy

A Shoddy Business by David Rudd

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Kenneth Waldron was a painter – quite a successful one – with a number of famous people seeking him out for portraits. It was mostly thanks to Cynthia Grossman, who had begun as his financial advisor before becoming his personal manager and, finally, his partner.

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All Stories, Fantasy

Kiri by Sarah Hozumi

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Oslac toiled his way through the woods beyond his home, stopping to allow his daughter to catch up to him but not daring to look at her. His ears faithfully absorbed the beautiful sounds of his daughter humming to herself while picking her way among the roots of the trees, and his heart began to splinter. They had been walking for half a day now, their pace waylaid by Kiri’s wandering attention. He heard her attempt to whistle at a bird in a low branch nearby and thought about just turning home.

Still, the thing had to be done.

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All Stories, Fantasy, General Fiction

Woven from Memory [*] by Dr A.A. Chibi

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Long before Máire’s time, the village of Mallow was a peaceful settlement in Munster, its fields rich and its people rooted deep in the land. But in the late fifteenth century, calamity struck—a raid by an English militia descended like a plague.

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All Stories, Fantasy

Blossoming Neon by Robin Linden

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I meet Marla on an afternoon train from downtown to tomorrow. The seats are velvet and red, and I notice her because she has desolate eyes dusted in glitter and a smile that reminds me of a rotting cantaloupe. She is looking out the window like she wants to fuck the mountains that pass us by. I am looking at her.

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