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THE INDIAN • by Melody Feldman 27 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
The Indian jutted from the bow of the skeletal remains of a British whaling ship. His surface cracked and the once bright colors of his headdress faded. I swam up to him, touched the wooden surface of...
AURORA’S SKY • by Kenton K. Yee 26 Aug 2013 | 12:05 pm
She just had to eat her grains, lay an egg every morning, and lift her leg for the collector. But Aurora galumphed from the henhouse every night, flapping loose soft feathers. “You’ll see,” she said...
Podcast EDF132: Member of the Herd • by Guy Anthony De Marco • read by Folly Blaine 26 Aug 2013 | 12:00 pm
Listen to “Member of the Herd” by Guy Anthony De Marco, read by Folly Blaine: Guy Anthony De Marco is a nocturnal Bram Stoker Award® nominated author living in the geographic center of the middle of ...
TONIGHT THE WORLD ENDS • by Rohini Gupta 25 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
As soon as her husband went into the sitting room, Meera slipped out of the back door. Today of all days, he had come back early, complained he was unwell, shouted, slapped her once and finally gone, ...
PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG MAN, WITH VAMPIRE • by Carl Steiger 24 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
Anton Maier told me he was not a vampire, but he went out of his way to look like one. His gaunt, deeply wrinkled face was disturbing to begin with. He wore bespoke black pinstriped suits a hundred ye...
DAVID’S TEST • by Jesse Knifley 23 Aug 2013 | 01:36 pm
It was feeding day, and they were hungry. David Thistlewaith had to control himself to keep from sneering at the homeless. The way they crowded the food truck disgusted him. He made himself smile for...
CONSIDERING FRUIT • by Katrina Ray-Saulis 22 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
“Leave him,” the apple said, “you deserve better.” “Who am I without him?” she asked. She slid her back down the rough tree to rest in the grass beneath it. The silhouette of the apple hung on a thin...
SINGULARITY OF ATTACHMENT • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar 21 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
Raythene was a stunner, her mother was a glory — lustrous, the pair of them. The grandfather — people called him Beautiful Joe, and you know what that means. Scare the shit out of Satan. If you cla...
GIUSEPPE’S BOUGHS • by Brandon Nolta 20 Aug 2013 | 02:06 pm
When the car emerged into Hell, the first thing Giuseppe Banca did was squint. Sunshine, strong and warm, shone from a pale yellow sky. Hell’s landscape was a rolling sea of grass and purple-tinged tr...
QUIET • by Carl Steiger 19 Aug 2013 | 12:01 pm
Mark looked up from his coloring project on the floor as Mother walked into the kitchen. “I need to start cooking supper now,” she told him. “So go lie down for your nap. And be very quiet when you go...
