Sunken Song by Avery Malone
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 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 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…
The Burning Bride by Liam Martin I stared over the top of one of my bookshelves at the strange parcel that lay on the edge of the counter. It was wrapped in thick…