Falling Through Time by Kim Michelle Ross
I’ve read stories about characters falling through time, but I’ve never known if anyone had actually experienced it before, at least not until it happened to me. You may, of course, choose to disbelieve me and even conclude I was hallucinating. Heck, I’m aware of the difficulties one faces just…
The Space Between Moments by Alexis Hunter
For six hundred and eighteen hours, Nora has lived in the space between moments. It wasn’t always this way; she once lived a normal, if somewhat mundane life. A timid woman, she dallied over decisions and erred always in the safety of the known. She wore sensible shoes and thick…
The Eye by Kristin Garth
Dollhouse will dim when he commands goodnight.Six chandeliers, nine candelabrum cede enchanted light. All die but pillar, slight, beside your bed, brick candle wax free bleedseight hours in a magician’s stead. He leaveshis proxy flame, perpetual night light,a circle cipher in a canopythat maps good girl geography. Respitered curtains, bridal lace bedspread, a wetembroidered pillow…
Rosabelle, believe by Kate Garrett
for Harry & Bess Houdini On a day of no importance: dark of winter, far from seances and anniversaries, at last he gave her message through a man who wouldn’t take a reward: answer, tell, pray-answer, look, tell, answer-answer, tell // a code tapped out in syllables, lettersacross the stage for his encore performed between there…
Shapes in the Mist by Merril D. Smith
We’ve traveled far, my crew and me, their captain. We’ve journeyed past thousands of stars and worlds. Our small ship has sailed through space. None of our kind has ever been this far away from home. Our voyage has taken decades. We’ve slept much of the time. Our automatic system…
Legacies by Darcy Lin Wood
Tarquinii, Etruria: Circa 300 BCE The body of Lord Pulenus was barely cold when Vel, the ashen-haired tomb painter, arrived at the family home to discuss funeral arrangements. The widow had summoned him the instant her husband expired. A servant answered the door, and Vel was gobsmacked as the male…
A Lounge Full of Dead Queens by Haley Jenkins
one by one they enter the front room, remove their shoes and take up in sofas and armchairs, they shake off the shale, clinker and mudstone in their teeth. Rowen. Sexburga. Boudica busy exploding out of her territory by farting over the biscuits, her hare snoring loudly in the folds…
Time by Robert Grant
From beneath a single word it came, Expanding from that burning, brightest thought. It ever grows and yet remains the same, Never to be felt and never caught. Slip it through an hourglass with some sand, Watch it on a sundial, or on a wall. Hear it coming forwards with…
Paradise Park by Amy Charlotte Kean
Bumper to bumper, ten fat rows of tin caravans’ all-you-can-eat asses brandish neon unwelcome signs: NO MEN ALLOWED. Lilac dahlias flourish from beneath each wheel Paths painted with faint lines like yellow brick connect the doors and bold, out-of-tune hums to Mariah Carey windsurf the clean air daily. Nightly the buff girls stand guard…
Matters of Time by Kiyomi Appleton Gaines
They say that when the dead leave us, they aren’t really gone, they just go on to the next place. They say that time is like a river, a loop, and when you leave it at one point, you can jump back in again at another place. They say that…
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