Center of Insurance Against Villains
speculative fiction by H.M. Wheat The neighborhood was built in the seventies and didn’t seem to have been upgraded at all since then. All the… Read More »Center of Insurance Against Villains
speculative fiction by H.M. Wheat The neighborhood was built in the seventies and didn’t seem to have been upgraded at all since then. All the… Read More »Center of Insurance Against Villains
She sat on the deep wooden porch in the chair her grandfather had made, and she rocked. The evening clouds, dark in their underbellies, clumped… Read More »River Bottom – flash fiction by Misty Urban
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Memoir by James Ross Kelly The old man’s house was falling down ten years after his death; twenty-years after, the whole south face of Lyman… Read More »Above Lyman’s Riffle
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Flash Fiction by Ric Hoeben
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They had lived in the dark, in its midst, some fifteen years. Ever since the children left, fleeing the house of perfection. And, the house of… Read More »Kingdoms – flash fiction by Christopher Woods