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“Going My Way?” by D.L. Legere

“It’s not like I don’t deserve to be here—” I trailed off, bracing myself as another of the frequent sandstorms raged. On an open highway, with no shelter in sight, there was little I could do against...

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“Reckoning,” by Chris McCreary

  Not so simple being both asp & then caduceus,   this falling always headlong into Eiffel   or under Acropolictic ruin. Today our man is feeling   semi- pseudo, only somewhat   so, & so he...

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Bathroom Battles, by Arthur Davis

  He thinks he can hide from me, but I have seen his type before.   They’re all alike; hideously malevolent creatures who swarm in the night and impose themselves onto places once thought to be...

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Artwork by Volodymyr Bilyk

***** Volodymyr Bilyk was born in the Ukraine and has a degree in journalism. He is considered to be one of the few representatives of the so-called Ukrainian Extreme Literature. Besides being a...

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Space Emperor, by Daniel Shkolnik

  I. Bare-chested on a witch’s rooftop in the gloaming of the volcanic sun, I screamed to make eternity know me.  (But scared a flock of pigeons off the roof.)  I cried to make the gutters gush me and...

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Post-coital Heroin: Chapter IV from “On the Graves of Dragons” by Raelin Saretti

  Fabulous legs or not, these stiletto heels were straining and pulling my calf muscles tighter than an elf’s asshole.  Word travels fast in the underground, especially when money is involved and I had...

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The Imp in the Armchair, by Brandon Sorce

  It was the kind of nightmare you wake up from with something on your chest. Literally, it felt like this time. I let out a short gasp and coughed; I smelled old cigarettes. I don’t smoke—had I had...

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Fabio Takes Me to the Cages Out Back by Jess Alfaro

  I put on another layer of repellant and starblock. Fabio leads me from headquarters, then jaunts off on his rounds. His arm points me down the path toward the newest find.   What hits me first: the...

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Litter, by J.M.M. Carlson

  i. neon lights flutter nervously in the oily sky in predictable dystopian fashion   an interminable flow of men coalesces and like sand particles scattered by the water jet of light, disappears...

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Two poems by Chris Bullard

  Free Willy as a Cryptic Reference to Free Will We freed it from a sandbar a kennel insolvency an evil stepmother, but the damned thing refused to swim out to sea bark write thank-you notes marry. It...

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The Gates of H.E.V.N., by David Kavanaugh

  Applicant no. 26,672,313,008 Davien V. Fairweather: DOB – September 5, 2991 The Honorable Judge “Betasoft Model 888, OS 112” presiding…   Q1: Mr. Fairweather, why do you believe you deserve...

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Void, by Zachary Woodard

  They say that the fear of the water is an irrational one, but I have never agreed with that. It amazes me that people can see water as just another thing, to be held or seen or imbibed. Water …...

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Graves to Cradle by Ahimaaz Rajesh

(..) Toby stood outside the field, her feet buried to a pond, and a slingshot away green and dry stood: The cave.   (i) A woman was carving sequential images upon the bone of the cave. Images that...

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Change in I, by J. Rohr

  Like most physicists, Melinda Barrow never mattered to the public.  Not until she learned to see through time.  The … Read More →

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Blackbird, by JD DeHart

Parchment messianic prognostications Cryptic words about darkness Some bit about flight The suggestion of a blackbird savior For many times, … Read More →

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To Know a Lie from a Hacksaw, By Milo James Fowler

The old man seated himself across from Jack as if he were expected, plopping down a well-worn bowling bag on … Read More →

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Warmth is Fleeting, by Rick McQuiston

Simon ran a hand over his face. He could feel the sting of the darkness all around him; it jabbed … Read More →

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Two Poems by Colin James

ROOMS BY THE HOUR The slow, drooping unauthentic jaw. Convulsions of apathy. Is that you, Science Dog? These hand grips … Read More →

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