by Robert Morschel I stand under the moonlight, my long, sinewy arms outstretched, my hands splayed to catch her silvery rays.  She is mi...

by John Xero Shuka was a mage of subtle magics. While her peers waged wars for various kings, she became a queen. Other wizards chall...

by Angel Zapata The quarter sat face-up on the schoolyard ground. I squatted beside it, stared into Washington’s eye. I had expected to p...

by John Xero Padraig was a little goblin of a man, wizened and bitter, always preceded by the tap-tap of his cane. He was old - ancient -...

by Chris White I don't watch the news anymore, the same flickering images of riot shields and snarling police dogs, of explosions in ...

by John Xero A child's toy: a caricatured man: squat and broad, black trousers, black and white striped shirt, black domino mask, bul...

by Milo James Fowler For days, the Effervescent Magnitude, star cruiser of the indomitable Captain Bartholomew Quasar, had been dead in t...

by John Xero Gobbets of meat adorned the beast's barbed hide, like tufts of wool on a horrific hedgerow. Harwen was on his knees, h...

by Adam Lynn The corn told a story none of the experts wanted to hear. The boys from NASA stood by and scowled, repeated bad jokes and ...

by John Xero They say the pier is haunted. Years ago, me and Lily used to fool around under there. We had this secret spot at the top e...

by C.B. Blanchard There. You see her? Hunched inside a filthy coat? Hear her cough, a deep-down, unhealthy hacking. See that sheen on her...

by John Xero Sand gusted gently. The crowd quieted in taut anticipation. A moment of tranquillity held the arena. And in that moment,...

by Stephen Hewitt Alamo Jones tipped the gritty, grey dust over the gunnels and let her sink like a cloud. Got it on his fingers. Even sw...

by John Xero I was born in a place that is nowhere. No coordinates, no address, no website. Ground Zero. I was created by no one. I a...

by Asuqi ”Come,” she whispers, dreamily, and I comply. Eagerly. It´s been some time since she's been like this; relaxed, naked, inv...

by John Xero We never asked the goblins for their protection, always called it oppression. Bunch of us kids would sneak past their patr...

by Milo James Fowler Captain Bartholomew Quasar did not believe in living in the past, and he abhorred flashbacks with a passion. ...