2024-Issue 15

I slid my hand from the back of my neck up to the middle of my head. It was a warm, hairy, wet mess>>Read more...

I don’t get depressed. When sad, I turn inward, backward, ponder my timeline, consider what I might>>Read more...

is an archeology of journals, unearthing the entombed past, layers within layers, exposing the true>>Read more...

Whether you are overhauling and relaunching one of your books, or launching a new one, the cover and>>Read more...

I embrace the darkness like a lover. It gives me solace in this vast emptiness because it is my>>Read more...

Three of us carry the broken fem-bots away. They have been used, abused, filled with organic human>>Read more...

Bud Palacio had no sooner opened his newsfeed than the child’s broad, moon-like face appeared over>>Read more...

The hazy orange globe is setting somewhere over Romania. Twilight’s emerging softness and>>Read more...

Casper barked and Vayda jumped. Her sister was running around the tree, chasing a black dog. The>>Read more...

Abby’s arms ached. Her daily jogs had done nothing to prepare her for carrying a thirty-five-pound>>Read more...

Montgomery Resor was an unassuming man, and he lived a quiet life. Slight of stature, bespectacled>>Read more...

As I went down along the road, A strange dark house I saw through the fog with no windows on the>>Read more...

I used to think time was an elastic band attached at one end to the past. Unless you were strong>>Read more...

I killed the crew of the Wandering Star— humanity’s last hope. On a desperate mission to find a new>>Read more...

“Red, red, red. Oh, I so love the taste of red,” the Queen said as it dripped into her mouth. All>>Read more...

Dean Shawker Dean Shawker hails from Bracknell, UK, and now lives in Melbourne, Australia. Dean is>>Read more...

Jodi Christensen Small town Utah is where Jodi calls home. She spends her days in a>>Read more...

Kara Hawkers Kara Hawkers is a poet and author of short, dark fiction. As Editor-in-Chief, Kara>>Read more...