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 Just a Little Spice Will Do by Andrew Wilmot When Alex arrived home Sunday night with an overflowing grocery bag tucked under each arm, she saw her girlfriend doubled over at the waist, retching violently into the kitchen sink. “Lindy?” She dropped...

The Face of Heaven So Fine Kat Howard There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking ...

Straw and Gold By Kate O’Connor Orin did not know the feel of gold. There was none to be found in his father’s mill. There were coins of tangy, sharp copper and rough iron fittings on the door, slick steel for the horses’ tack and clattering tin pla...

Lamia Victoriana by Tansy Rayner Roberts The poet’s sister has teeth as white as new lace. When she speaks, which is rarely, I feel a shiver down my skin. I am not here for this. I am here to persuade my own sister, Mary, that she has made a terribl...

Je me souviens by Su J. Sokol There are nine police cars. I count them again just to be sure and because counting usually calms me. Arielle watches to see if I’m freaking out, asks if I want to leave. I tell her I’m OK but she's not reassured so I g...

Into the Nth Dimensionby David D. LevineThe fence around Dr. Diabolus's lair is twenty feet tall, electrified and topped with razor wire.  I'd expected no less.  From one of the many pouches at my belt I pull a pair of acorns and toss them at the bas...

Her Last Breath Before Wakingby A.C. WiseShe is a city haunted by a ghost.When the architect dreams, her sinews are suspension bridges, her ribs vaulting arches, her bones steel I-beams, and her blood concrete. In her dreams, the city is pristine and...

Skeletonsby Bonnie Jo Stufflebeam   “Who’s gonna watch the skeletons?” I ask.            We’re about to go camping. Cathryn’s undressing before the closet in her garage apartment. I’m trying not to watch, though she wants me to. Instead I peer into h...

And the Blood of Dead Gods Will Mark the ScoreBy Gary KlosterI had a frat-boy stretched out on the table, a pink slab of drunken meat just itching for ink, when Huck blew back into my life and brought the blood trade with him."Dead gods, Woody, this ...

Eureka!By Nick MamatasAdam hadn't worn the crushed velvet blouse in his hands for a long time. It was from his goth phase, twenty pounds and twenty years prior. He shuddered at the thought of it distending around his spare tire these days, but he cou...