Continue reading “Broken Mirror, Bleeding Hand – Andrew Senior”One day he was in high glee, for he had made a looking-glass which possessed this peculiarity….The most beautiful landscapes, when seen in it, looked only like crooked spinach, and even handsome people became repulsive….
From The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson
Unit 3TR00 – Marieke van Mil
Dear Mr President,
I’ve attempted writing this message roughly fifteen times now. It’s hard, I’ve found, to get my meaning across in words alone. I’m not accustomed to words, you see. First battalion in the lunar wars. Second in command during the ring wars during your third administration.
I’ve fought your battles, carved your stripes in my iron, but now my days are fading. I’ve been sentenced, you see. Back to Earth.
Continue reading “Unit 3TR00 – Marieke van Mil”A View to Die For – Hugh Todd
They had been together for over 250 years, which even in tree years was quite impressive. Life had thrown so much at them; storms, floods, two Worlds Wars, the long hot summer of ’76, the Beast from the East and more recently a case of bleeding canker, from which they’d both thankfully recovered.
Continue reading “A View to Die For – Hugh Todd”Strange Fish – Roman Wolujewicz
Narvik watched the new tide, ravenous and foaming, chew up the shoreline around the creature and knew that it was every bit as wild as Grondper warned him. From here you could see the fins. Bleached things, rotting-bone yellow and decorated with seaweed. They poked out roughly a quarter mile from where Narvik stood.
Continue reading “Strange Fish – Roman Wolujewicz”Vision – Harvey Hammersmith
Billy De Rosa served in the VI Corps behind Ike, and by the time he passed through the town, the Abruzzese were celebrating their freedom and the Americans who brought it to them. It was La Festa, and she wore a domino.
Continue reading “Vision – Harvey Hammersmith”Once Upon a Time in Hell – Emily Foster-Tomkinson
Once upon a time there was a woman who died. After she had died, she woke up in a small cell with walls of stone. There was a single window with thick, iron bars. Through the window the woman could see a far expanse of red ground and red sky. The only door was locked. Within the room was a wooden bed.
The woman tugged at the bars on the window and rattled the doorhandle but it was no good. She was trapped. Suddenly, the door opened and a man walked in carrying a tray of delicious food. He was a young, handsome man with bright red hair and a bright red suit. He set the tray of food on the bed beside the woman.
If Then Else – Marco Etheridge
Week by week, month by month, time slows, and then stalls. The walls of the small garden apartment Serena shares with her husband Theo are closing in on her. She feels like a hermit crab that has outgrown its shell. There is nowhere to go: No restaurants, no cafés, no cinemas, no pubs. Date night is reduced to eating take-out kebaps from the Turkish stand, the two of them curled up on the ever-shrinking couch watching yet another DVD.
Continue reading “If Then Else – Marco Etheridge”The Last Moonshot – Vaughan Stanger
Jessica frowned as she gazed at the Moon’s gleaming face.
“Daddy, why is this moon so bright?”
Not for the first time, she had been caught raising the window’s shutter long after she’d been tucked into bed.
Continue reading “The Last Moonshot – Vaughan Stanger”Omega and Alpha – Mike Murphy
His death imminent, he thought back to how it all began. . . many decades ago.
Continue reading “Omega and Alpha – Mike Murphy”Patriarch – Morgan Wade
And He said: ‘Take now thy son, thine only son, whom thou lovest, even Isaac, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt-offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.’
Genesis, Chapter 22:2
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