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LA FIGLIA DELLA MORTE by Graham Williams
December 9, 2013 Short stories
Dull light seeped through the yellowed Perspex of the school toilet skylights. It was late, but the summer evening would linger for an hour yet. In sepia, the cracked, grubby surface of a mirror reflected the face of a living dead girl. Framed by bedraggled hair, soulless eyes stared dully from sockets surrounded by half-healed bruise smudging. The mouth hung slack, the split, swollen lips revealed teeth discoloured by blood, blood which was now slowly trickling down the chin.
A deep wrenching sob abruptly convulsed the frame of the girl and the sudden defocusing of the image shattered the illusion. She wasn’t dead, she just looked it and she knew it. (more…)
OUT HERE WE ARE ALONE, BUT WE ARE NOT SCARED by Kylie Saunders
November 19, 2013 Short stories Tags: Australia
Out here, he thought, a man can be himself. To the west the sun was beginning to fold in on itself, an origami illusion whereby its roundness divided into thirds, refracted light from the cold earth compressing it as it fell, flattening, deforming. Still, there was an hour of daylight, and no one to see his hands shake or ask why it was he kept looking nervously down the hill toward the house and beyond to the town whose roofs were burnished copper in the late of the evening. He thought of gold and precious things and his thumb subconsciously curled under the two tall fingers of his left hand and pressured downward on the warm band that had ringed this finger for so long it had worried an indentation below the first knuckle. (more…)
FALLEN ANGEL by Jasmine DiAngelo
October 25, 2013 Short stories
PREQUEL TO GRUBBY ANGELS
Father Ronan McGuiness woke up with a snort. His bleary red eyes opened for a second then quickly closed again as pain shot through his skull.
The pounding in his head seemed to match the relentless pounding he could hear on the massive church doors.
He opened his eyes again, this time a little more cautiously and tried to lift his head. It seemed to be too heavy to lift until he realised his face was stuck to the desk with a combination of dried whiskey and drool. With an effort he pulled his head clear and was rewarded with more pain and nausea. (more…)
THE HERBALIST II: AFTER THE FALL by J T Asher
October 18, 2013 Short stories Tags: Herbalist series
“Your real father, Devil’s Palm, he is a very bad man. He killed thousands of innocent people, and most of them died in a cruel and horrible fashion, either by his devices, diseases, or by his insane experimentations. You must understand, I ended him, for the greater good,” the Herbalist said before he left.
“And how dare he insult my father! So what if he killed many people? In this world, in this jianghu, it is kill or be killed! Much must be sacrificed to push the boundaries further in the name of science. My father was a radical man, but the Herbalist is not that different. He kills too. He uses beautiful reasons and excuses, the ‘failures’ he regretted. And no one blames him for that. But I know his dirty secrets,” (more…)
NOT A DROP TO DRINK by Carson Mincemoyer
October 2, 2013 Short stories
Josh shielded his eyes from the hot sun, and saw the same unremarkable view he had seen for about a week now; nothing but blue, rolling waves. He reached down and grabbed a half-full bottle of water, taking a sip. He sat back down onto the bow and let his head hang between his knees while the cruel rays of the summer sun beat on the back of his neck. (more…)
DIG TO RISE By Justin Dunne
September 21, 2013 Short stories
Often, more than not, he is in two places at the one time.
This place, now, he is known as Mad Dog. (more…)
ZOMBIE INC. By R.J.Spears
September 9, 2013 Short stories
The old farmer awoke when heard the whomp-whomp of a helicopter’s blades echoing down the valley with its steep rocky walls. It reminded him of the American military helicopters he had fought when he was young. As quickly as the noise came, it left. (more…)
COLLATERAL DAMAGE By Craig Young
September 2, 2013 Short stories Tags: Craig Young
Lieutenant Penny Warren, former SAS now Republican New Zealand Army, slouched in her chair, wearily glowering at her Deep Reconnaisance Activities Patrol Echelon attaché in the confines of the debriefing and interrogation room. (more…)
LAUGHING WITH By Wolf Hartman
August 27, 2013 Short stories
She shrugged. I shrugged too.
She had brought along her camera and a few sets of batteries inside a black, leather messenger bag. If something particularly morbid snagged her attention, she would ask if we could stop so she could snap a shot of it. (more…)
THE JOURNEY SOUTH By Wayne Nance
August 20, 2013 Short stories Tags: World War Z format
Alcatraz Island, San Francisco, California, United States of America
[Before the Great Panic, this island was little more than a monument to an inescapable prison that had held some of the most notorious criminals this country has known. Today, it acts as a mental health clinic, treating the many survivors whose mental health was devastated during the war. (more…)
THE NOTHING MAN 3 By Justin Dunne
August 12, 2013 Short stories Tags: Justin Dunne
SEQUEL TO THE NOTHING MAN PART 2
A black rectangle, devouring light, boarded by dark red wood and surrounded by big stone bricks. It is the view that captures and holds my gaze. A porthole to another world. (more…)