Fiction – Year VIII – Number 58 – February 2023

“You’re dead.” “I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re dead. I shot you in the head.” “No, you didn’t. I got hit in the shoulder.” “The head Gerry.” “The shoulder.” “The bleedin’ head.” “You missed Jason. I got shot in the shoulder....

I Was a Wicked One to Save by Brenna Carroll Dragging my feet in the face of salvation, I sought out the holiest of damnations. I thought my home was in the grave– I was a wicked one to...

Sitting on my patio chair, I look up. The sky had turned a mystifying purple blue. The air had suddenly turned cold, and alarms started to blare all throughout the city. The screams from...

When the girls decided to have a "bull" session, they really didn't know what it was. They assumed it was where you sat in a circle, and everyone frankly shared her view of the...

I was hanging out at the law offices downtown in San Antonio that Saturday morning in September, working ostensibly, but actually just drinking free coffee and flirting with the receptionist, Rhonda.  I wasn’t expecting...

The door doesn’t open often at this hour. I slouched, my eyes following my favorite pair of socks tumbling through a monsoon of shirts. The machine rattled and groaned as it worked. I just...

            I forced my knife into the head of the undead, killing it and the rotten corpse fell to the ground. Blood poured out from the fresh bite wound it left, and my time...

Cyrus hated prejudice in the true sense of the word: pre-judging. That quick assessment everyone does, filing people in mental categories by their dress, hair style, address, occupation, skin tone. He figured that this...

Life and death. This man had the burden of experiencing them both. Humans always wonder what comes after death. Some say that the righteous would go to heaven and the evil would perish in...

Wow, I expected more people to be here. Don’t get me wrong, it was still a packed building, but I was hoping for more of a sea of people to say their final goodbyes...