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Short Fiction and Poetry


The Flowers by Sheila E. Murphy
The flowers warmed to the sound of her voice
When she sang in lower case her alto matte finish voice
Delicate petals half fell [...]


Little Women and The Batman: The Movie; The Good Sailor by Raquel Fletcher
Their families are pleased to announce the marriage of their children
Miss Jo March and Master Bruce Wayne on June 1, 1867 [...]


Just in Case by Richard Schreck
In the dark New Orleans night, Marta Novak left the university library and trudged across campus toward their apartment. [...]


DarkWinter Press New Release: Conflict: Mars by Gordon K. Jones!
DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the thrilling science fiction adventure, Conflict: Mars by Gordon K. Jones [...]


Your First Rhino Rodeo; Ray of Light by Brad Rose
Sure, the horns. Of course, the horns. But no one expects, the deep baritone whispers, [...]


Hot Rod Parts by Wade Harris
Walt Granger was dead.
Funeral felt like a union meeting, just better beer, and nobody bitching about payroll. [...]


On the Textile Factory Floor; Driving Toward Tucson by John Grey
A giant loom
with ten thousand bobbins
churns out blanket after blanket [...]


When the Bough Breaks by Ron Wetherington
I had undergone the procedure three times before we gave up: hormone injections, egg extraction, incubation. Those were tense times. [...]


Bonnets overlapping; Introducing myself by DS Maolalai
Bonnets overlapping ambulances standing as centres of traffic’s mandala: pins pulling pinheads and seams along fabric to place. the blue balling core; the tack and the pursing together. a cluster in clothing: life’s flow as it happens around. people in the way getting out of it. making space for others. and bonnets overlapping and scaling toward the pavement, a pattern, but only from above, like petals around flowers bursting out toward a point. and ahead the real drama – so


The Crip by Nick Young
He stumbled and pitched forward, shooting out his left hand. And though he stopped himself from going face first into the gully muck [...]
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