Fiction - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in the river’s throat. One cold November...

WATCHINGby Leandro Almeida Have you ever gotten the feeling someone is watching you? Those chills down your spine? That sense of unease, or the prickling on your neck? Objects no longer in the spots you...

TWO WORLDSby Loren Sundlee             The sand slips away so gradually from the huts to the sea one might think that little more than a high tide could be one’s immersion and destruction. Aubrey Calland...

OH MADELINEby Lynn Dowless       The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the very heart, and capturing the very...

ENTER JOSIEby Joseph Austin Enter Josie. A raven-haired beauty with blue eyes sprinkled with saffron. Barbara knew her kind the moment her son, Darren, brought her through the front door. This girl looked like trouble....

LEGEND OF THE MAGIC WOKby Lynn Dowless       John Burman was as sporter. The label, sporter, was a euphemism on the phrase, front line soldier, on this new arm of the free born people called, The Patriot's Liberation Front. To...

ASTRAL FEARSby Dylan Ward On an icy Christmas morning Hunter is frozen in front of the Orion SpaceProbe. It gleams black in the winter light, like a mystical entity electrifying the speechless boy. When he...

TWO CANESby Terry Sanville At a little after nine in the morning, Douglas stepped off the bus and hobbled along the sidewalk to the Pacific Grove Senior Center. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they served free...

RETRO-GENESIS 5:24by Stephen Stratton Moore Fairfield County, Ohio 2012 A capricious dance of clouds and low-slanting sunlight brought the field of wild grass to life, turning it from the dull hues of winter into a brilliant,...

THE DYING ROOMby Vince Barry      “Nervous,” my wife goes, I think, ’cause she’s in the laundry room, which comes off the garage and is narrow and low beamed; so, if somebody says something, let...