All Stories, Crime/Mystery/Thriller

Fresh Paint by Anne Athena Dura

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And so the night sparked the beginning of something reckless and dangerous.

He wanted to show me the city after a drink or two. Shotgun, wondering why I dated a policeman. I sat cozily in his car as he drove around in the moonlight. I had the time of my life and he seemed to notice that. It’s a pity I had to kill him before sunrise. He perceived almost everything about me just by looking into my eyes. He spent the whole night explaining to me everything he saw in me. And he was right – mostly – which is creepy if you consider it was only our first date.

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All Stories, Fantasy

Witness Mark by Emily A Garfield

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A witness mark is a groove, a dent, left by people gone before. Sometimes they’re deep, gouged, gone over so many times by people, living and reliving moments on moments. Sometimes they’re just a scratch, easily sanded away.

It was Catia’s first time waking up in a coffin. It would not be her last.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Dying for Love by Tom Koperwas

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 It was a bright Tuesday morning, and the city’s dense, forest-like clusters of residential towers were stirring to life like immense ant hills in the hot rays of the sun. Down on the streets, the waves of commuters came pouring out of the towers to converge on the massive Ninth Gen Maglev Station at the base of the main transportation bridge.

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All Stories, Literally Reruns

Literally Reruns – Ella’s Ghost by Nik Eveleigh

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A thoughtful review of this story from Leila and she hits on some very valid points. Nik Eveleigh is one of the editors – well you knew that – but he’s also a damn fine writer. This is what Leila said:

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Short Fiction

Week 267 – Staple Titillation, Wondering What A Butterfly Tastes Like And Frying Tonight!

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‘Guilty Pleasure’ is a term that should never be used. If you enjoy something, be proud of it. Why should you hide what gives you pleasure? Don’t you bother about what other people think.

Although I’m not talking about child molestation, incest or human sacrifice, keep those to yourself. Our royal family do.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Shade of Blue by Crispin Anderlini

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That blue up there, farthest from the looming sun, is the colour his face was when I found him. Or at least it seemed that way in the creeping, early morning light. Face up, with a delicate trail of spittle across his shaven chin; and that unearthly colour staining his body — no film or book had prepared me for that.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Preach by Michael Henson

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A young man sat on a darkened stoop with a small child in his arms. There was lamplight at the head of the street and lamplight at the end, but the stoop where the young man sat was at the middle of the block. Only a bit of the light stretched down to where he watched with the child.

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All Stories, Crime/Mystery/Thriller

In The Hills Of The Okanagan by Harrison Kim

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When you’re crawling in the dark towards a desperate destination you can’t drink or drug, you can’t play the guitar, the goal is to duck under the barbed wire fence, under the surveillance and arrive undetected to attain your purpose. You’re crawling with a swede saw round your neck, and you’ve driven all the way from the Rockies, a giant circle travel to this vineyard once again.  To exact vengeance.  You’ve filled five weeks pruning grapes for nothing, with an oral contract signed by two voices, yours and the owners.  And the owner won’t pay.  After three weeks, he said the job wasn’t complete.  You knew it was. But you wanted the cash.  So you did the extra work.  Pruning the vines down to the nubs. You laboured two weeks more. And afterwards the owner sighed and said “the field must be weeded and the debris hauled away,” and you said “No.  That wasn’t in the contract.  I don’t have a pickup to do that”

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All Stories, General Fiction, Humour, Short Fiction, Writing

Concealer by Hugh Cron Warning – Adult Content.

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Miss Shaw, please take a seat. I’m Bill Nixon…So you’ve filled in your new claim and you’ve stated that you walked out of your last employment. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“You do realise that you may be sanctioned and won’t receive any benefit?”

“I know.”

“Well in your own words, could you tell me what happened.”

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