Point Blank by Paige Bagby
Chapter 1 It started with a point, as it always does. One thing that gets every other thing started in a never-ending series of events that will all one day lead somewhere. Possibly. Definitely. Sometimes. In this instance, the point was named Candace Styles and was placed on the corner…
Old World by C.L. Spillard
I align the crystal mirrors: laser precision. The bearings are set: four dimensions. A century reverses in a swirl. I stand on a storm-swept hillside. A croft crouches under ragged skies. My footsteps pad on cracked, moss-covered flagstones. I lift the latch: bob under damp eaves. Warm peat embers glow…
Lunar Beekeeper by Qurat Dar
The bees were uneasy. Another failed hunt, an empty-handed return to their hives. Something in their programming still let them feel something close to apprehension. Disappointment. The Apiary was only a shadow of what it used to be. The Beekeeper sprayed a fine mist of LAMS-34 into each hive as…
Thank You, Grandpa by Tom Gumbert
“Goodness,” Rachel said watching his fingers work the dirt. She stared at the wriggling digits as they pawed, clawed, pushed and prodded through the rich topsoil of the family cemetery. “It’s been years since I’ve seen you this energetic. Thank you, Grandpa.” She touched the headstone with her fingertips. “Hard…
Out of Sync by Michael Chin
I was falling out of sync, I just didn’t realize how badly. The accident was a wakeup call. I stopped at a light just as it was turning red. A blink of an eye and I had horns blaring at me from every direction. A car winged past me, swerving…
Mars by Mark Gilbert
We started it. We crashed a crunchof metal and gadgetsinto their dustno wonder they retaliatedno wonderthey killed us allin fourteen slow minutesfifteen years laterwhen our paths crossedagain. ____________________________________________________________ Mark Gilbert writes poetry and prose and in between. His work may be found in Atlas Poetica, Abyss & Apex, Narrow Road…
In Bed at Night by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Quite round bellyshining in the moonlight,the woman lays,eyes on the ceiling,her mind a highway.She is alone.Where does he roam?Why isn’t he home? A kick from inside,no pain,and yet she weeps.Time is a bother.It is as the moon,very still,very quiet,circular. In waiting, the night leaves her.She is alone.Where does he roam?Why isn’t…
Rusty Mill-Stones of History by Lazarus Trubman
Months passed since I was liberated from the underground labor camp in Orhey Forest, Moldova. Behind were scary blood transfusions, dental tortures and endless chats with a bunch of cardiologists. I finally got my so-so bill of health and was waiting patiently for the slow-moving Soviet Immigration Office to approve…
Instructions for Attending Sunday’s Anti-Time Travel March by Liam Hogan
Thank you for registering your interest in Sunday’s march. We can’t do it without your support and we sincerely hope to see you there. It’s important that as many protesters as possible show up, to demonstrate the depth of anti-time travel feeling. The route of the march as indicated on…
Thread and its Origin by Shawn Anto
I am not able to hush these thoughts or hush a jagged smile between shivering lips a joke, a chuckle I feed on when I think of you & dad’s best friend when I was six years old that urgency swept in—looking back fifteen years later, ignorant bliss as smoke…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
