A masterful short story about a man who was supposed to be dead. At least that’s what...
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Harold woke to thunder. He sat up and listened. The thunder sounded again, and the shockwaves rattled...
Claudia opened one eye. A bar of purple-flecked soap partially blocked her vision. Confusion settling over her...
Joining My Mother for Breakfast at a Downtown Motel Where I’m sure I’ve forgotten some holiday.A man...
For three summers during college, I worked as a deckhand on steamships that carried iron ore from...
“This world is a cold place, be it winters or summers, my son. If only I could...
Jason Kristopher is the author of the zombie post-apocalyptic series The Dying Of Light. One reviewer called The Dying Of...
I Even at a distance of two miles, Harold White could detect the cemetery on the desert...
The house of the sculptress stood in the middle of an abandoned quarry where limestone had been...
[Editor’s note: This is a father-daughter collaboration.] I Ask My Wife What I Should Write About and...
Truth, they say, is amoral. But what if serving your truth turns you into an immoral being?...
2025 Silver Medal, Reader’s Choice Award Verisium: Conversations with AI on Life and Death is a deeply reflective...
“Remember, my Boy, you shouldn’t be too inquisitive for this nature of yours might land you in...
These days, with the mess of social media and everyone clamoring for their moment in the limelight,...
That brand new orange VW Polo in front of him kept driving at thirty-five on a forty-mile...
As authors we must balance the best way to make a profit from our writing. Amazon, with...
Throughout the winter, Wednesdays meant quiz night. Anna and her husband were stalwarts, but other players only...
Adam looked at his caller ID. As he didn’t recognize the number, he let it ring. A...
Snow had been falling, more or less steadily, for 48 hours over Republic. There seemed no end...
Palest, lemony yellow jonquil, and delicate sapphire beads of muscari, set against a drift of gypsophila, remembered...
