Doing Time, Part 1 by Craig Rodgers
1. He is a salesman, he tells people, and it’s more or less true. He tells them his name is Gray, when they ask, which it isn’t, and they rarely do. He says the past doesn’t matter and he leaves it at that, but it does, it matters, and it is always…
Miss. Princott’s Time Travel Agency by Barbara Russell
Auckland, present day. The door of the time chamber opened with a hiss, and I staggered out, my head spinning. Next to me, my client, Mr. Torvalds, exited and beamed. His eyes twinkled under bushy gray eyebrows. “That was something, wasn’t it?” Yeah, something awful. Who would enjoy running from…
How to Bind a Lover, or the Lingering Aubade of Lear Aldrich by Kayla King
The universe seems small. Lear grasps it between fingers, plucking the strand of hair from Lina’s head. She sleeps on, not knowing the guilt Lear carries in knots between his shoulder blades. Taking the first piece of hair had been an accident. And he promises, “This will be the last.” Lear…
Who Is Left by K. Noel Moore
The time jumper returned to December, 2013, with a muffled thump of boots on carpet. Her “jump room” was a modified walk-in closet with delusions of grandeur. It was perfectly square, just wide enough to turn around in, and all white inside (white carpet, white walls, white light); mirrors hung on each…
Baggage by Leslie Burton-Lopez
FIVE At four p.m., a month after Mom died, Aunt Peggy first came to my doorstep with her black bag. She held her hand out to me and said, “Hello Maggie, I’m your Aunt Peggy.” I was five. “What’s in the bag, Aunt Peggy?” I reached out a hand to…
The Shadows at Night by Joshua Ian
The Pyrenees Mountains, 1907 There was a movement outside the window at the end of the hallway, a flutter of shadow in the darkness beyond. Maudine stopped and waited, alert. She had already extinguished all the torches in the long stone corridor but the moonlight was bright. It bounced from…
Midnight at the Crossroads Diner by Myna Chang
October 4, 1970Tishomingo, Oklahoma Tammy lingered over a cigarette rimmed red with someone else’s lipstick. She exhaled, the wisp of stolen smoke rising to join the music that seeped from the diner’s radio. She stubbed out the burning ember, and as the last spark spiraled heavenward, she closed her eyes…
Los Angeles, 1952, Part 1 by Wayne Turmel
Language Warning. This story contains language that may put off some readers. Be aware it takes place 60 years ago, and things weren’t seen the same as they are now. Also, any discerning fiction reader should know that the opinions expressed by our characters don’t always reflect the opinions of…
Best of the Net Nominations: 2019
After much time and painful (excruciating) deliberation, we are excited to announce our 2019 Best of the Net Nominations! This was a tough decision for us to make. We love everything we’ve published and respect all of our writers. Thank you for trusting us with your work and making this…
Quantum Love Letters by Meagan Noel Hart
June 10th, 1998 I hold up the pair of skeleton keys, clipped together with a golden seven keychain. Mother’s only forty-eight but the cancer makes her seem older. “You’ll need those to contact him.” She means my father. A man I’ve met twice. A man who blamed his life long…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
