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....

Paula Ashton could hear everybody having a good time. It was nearly 5pm on Friday afternoon and her co-workers were enjoying after-work drinks in the conference room, to celebrate Graham’s engagement to that insipid...

A thunderous cacophony of alerts and sirens blared throughout the confines of the vessel. The metal twisted and contorted, puncturing the ears of the crew. A cry could be heard from the ship's bridge,...

                                             A Most Disconcerting Title By a vote of 5-4 in favor, the editorial team at Jackhammer Publishers agreed to move ahead on the manuscript that for months, years, eternity, languished sight unseen, unread, and...

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...

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...