A Peculiar Count in Time, Part 1 by M.K. Beutymhill
“He is the man who knows everything, and never dies.” -Voltaire Lahore, India May, 1869Isabella Cooper, age 15 I first learned of the mysterious Count of St. Germain, while neglecting my Latin studies in favor of eavesdropping. I stopped fanning myself with my straw bonnet, attention piqued, and glanced around the…
Crow Barn by DC Diamondopolous
The rope pulled at Calypso’s waist. She staggered then stumbled as she clawed her way up the hill with Phoebe tied below. They had been searching for Alawisha, their younger sister, since her disappearance the day before. Hunger, thirst, and fatigue were ignored as panic pushed them to the edge…
Every Scar Has a Story by Laure Van Rensburg
The first time she ran into her old-self she was home for the weekend. The day had started with a burning smell. Standing outside the station, Abby was finishing a cigarette when she smelt her mistake. Her training kicked in. She dropped the stub, shaking her fingers before sucking the…
To Waste a Whole Heart in One Kiss by Carys Crossen
She waited for him. After the dust had drifted down to lie undisturbed, after Arthur had been borne to Avalon and Excalibur flung into the Lake, when Camelot’s glory had begun to fade and the city diminished into a Saxon vassal state, Guinevere waited for Lancelot. He would return for…
Mineral Bouquet by Lindz McLeod
All hail the true one, as the true one hails us. May the society be pleased to receive the enclosed selection of notes from one Dr Smiley, ‘ae Greate Lovere Of Winnes’, as presented from her diaries. As we all know, diary-keeping was, in the early years of the Ascendance.…
The Wayfarer by V.C. McCabe
The fence had been there ever since Billy could remember. Ugly, gnarled brown wood tightly banded together with vicious curls of barb wire like a crown of thorns on top. The fence stood as tall as a full-grown man and ran the length of the boundary between his family’s property…
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward John Ford by Daniel Ellis
From the trunk of his rented Citroën the coward John Ford drew his Panaflex camera, his beret, and his clapperboard. He would need all of that apparatus here, in the Uffizi, on the trail of Jesse James. Outside, Ford appreciated the Romanesque grandeur of the place, but it was not the…
The Collection by Myna Chang
A shudder rakes me; it rises up from my soul, shaking this borrowed body like a fever dream. I press ahead, despite my fear. The Collector is coming for me. The throng roils on the platform below, hellbent on the open train doors. A giant digital clock in the center…
Kicking Up A Stink by Aviva Treger
It began with a fire. ‘Paranormal activity’, he said. ‘That’s what started it – ghosts, demons’.The phone line crackled and I held my breath. I heard him tut, and sigh, then say,‘Or maybe you think he died of Spontaneous Human Combustion?’. There was a pause. ‘I’m not trying to scare you’, he…
Low Hanging Fruit by Aviva Treger
Long ago, in the woods by the glen, a dead body was found. In a yew tree hollow, a girl was unearthed; had kids not glimpsed her hair whilst goblin hunting, she might have sunk, embedded in deadwood. She wore a crown of nightshade flowers and in her hands dark…
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