The Wingbuilder by Joe Pitkin
by Joe Pitkin “Maybe we can stay here,” the boy says. “Here on this pillar?” I ask. “I think we’ll be ready to climb down by morning.” “No, I mean here. The Sanctuary.”…
by Joe Pitkin “Maybe we can stay here,” the boy says. “Here on this pillar?” I ask. “I think we’ll be ready to climb down by morning.” “No, I mean here. The Sanctuary.”…
by Luke Tebb Article from The Layton Times entitled ‘Giant Rats Invading Homes in Rider Way’: Rider Way is usually a quiet area where not much happens. In the past few weeks,…
by David McDonald Paul’s heart hammered in his chest, his mouth dry, as he leant on the fence and watched the wet laundry flap in the wind. At first glance he had been…
by Patrick Loveland A low rising hum and crackling of static electricity woke Richard Stuart in his hospital bed. Through bleary eyes he looked around, seeing he was flanked by beeping machines. Pierced…
by Avery Malone “Tell me again what kind of cult it was,” he said, eyes scanning ahead, both hands on the wheel. Both hands on the wheel meant he was paying close attention…
by Dmitry Kostyukevich “Ruslan! Stop feeding them!” Aunt Masha grabbed Ruslan’s thin wrist, and the boy nearly dropped the cookie. He pursed his mouth and looked plaintively at me. I stroked my son’s…
by Jeff Gard “Do I have a soul?” “No.” G3R1 clocks the response at less than a second. Not bad for a human, but in that amount of time, it could have read…
by Cordelia Harrison Celia Mulligan was found dead; floating face down in the murky waters of the river Bourton. Her dress originally a sparse white muslin, was stained green with numerous strains of…
by Paul Alex Gray It’s late on a Saturday at Sarah’s house. Her mom goes out and won’t be back for hours, so the girls pull a bottle of fruity wine from the…
by James Rumpel The exceedingly elderly man sat in his hover chair, surrounded by numerous tubes and wires. The primary purpose of the gadgetry was to maintain the decrepit man’s existence, though they…