The Whisperer

John Cano is a new writer with no formal training, no published works and no idea where he’s going, but he’s doing it anyway. When not writing, John enjoys overthinking, pretending to be in a novel and believe rewriting a sentence for three hours is a productive use of time. He believes everyone has a…

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Ring Around the Rosie

Gary Little has been stringing letters into words and words into sentences for 50 years. First as a Baptist preacher, then as a programmer and now as a fiction author. Content advisory: Please be advised that this story contains graphic violence and combat. Alvin sat in Wally’s World, nursing a Scotch when he noticed them….

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Semi-Machino (Explicit)

This piece is by Nicolas Knight. Furton Manson had created the most abominable thing – He looked around him and knew of things that could trifle with what had happened here, and for that, he was indeed a goner. Manson programmed the machines with infinite pain and horrors from the machine mind, that preyed upon…

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Nowhere

This piece is by Nicolas Knight. Dembe was the most curious of people, and so were his friends; he was an adventurer who traveled the omniverse searching for knowledge and people. Dembe was not something special but knew of amazing things and gathered extraordinary friends in his experiences. One of the things he knew of…

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SILENCE SPEAKS

This piece is by Nicolas Knight. The earth laid silent that day, and no one could speak or hear the sounds that once filled the cosmos. The people laid their heads down in sorrow. The rain outside just poured salt in the wound. Though there was a child who knew of the songs of old,…

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Claiborne

This piece is by Nicolas Knight. There was a vile creature that lived in the bottoms of virtue and walked among death itself named Claiborne. He fathomed nothing but pain, so once he said to himself that if the world is pain and the world is cruel, he must be to by nature. “Pain is…

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Forbidden Love

This piece is by Ulla McFarlane. The year was 1906, and it was cold. Colder than anybody could remember. The winter had arrived early, the North Easterlies sweeping in the arctic air. It was early in the morning of a late November day, when a woman made her way through the freezing wind. She was…

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Sitting In My Room

This piece is by Riana Alkaff. With the colorful microphone in my hand, I sang out of tune, “You’ve got me feeling emotions. Deeper than I’ve ever dreamed of!” Looking in the mirror, I could see my face turn red as I ran out of breath trying to reach Mariah’s high pitched voice. I giggled…

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The Christmas Present

This piece is by Lynda Hiini. On Christmas Day they went to Christmas lunch at their daughter’s house.  Both their daughters, their son and partners and all the five grandchildren were there, even the two dogs came.  A day of such promise, such impending joy, an explosion of happiness and rare gluttony.  Grandma had spinal…

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Sweat and Tears

This piece is by Elizabeth Nettleton. “Are you ready to laugh?” An amplifier screeched in response, and the comedian cleared his throat. Curly brown hair stuck to the sweat that glistened across his forehead. “I said, are you ready to laugh?” A woman rattled the ice cubes in her glass and sighed. “Yes, we’re ready…

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Timelock

This piece is by Elizabeth Nettleton. The first thing Paul noticed about Miss Johnson was her teeth. They were small, jutting things; some yellow, some brown, and some a color he dared not even try to categorize. There were some that pointed forward and others backwards, and a few nestled between that sat straight on…

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The Chamber

This piece is by Waylon Bryan Guillory. The Chamber – Chapter 1. “I sometimes fear the dark and this bloody rag in front of my nose smells terrible. It’s plagued! There are blood stains all over it. You do realize you have only managed to keep me hostage for a short while, Sir? I’ve grown…

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My Neighbor, Mr. Welles

This piece is by Jim Offerman. I lie awake in near total darkness. A few blotches of light on the ceiling and walls reveal the imperfections in the blinds my dad installed when I was four. I’ve always been a terrible sleeper and my parents were led to believe that a darker room would help…

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Silver Tears

This piece is by Craig Hartley. Some folks who visit Alachua County, Florida, from up North say they miss the change of seasons. To people who need sudden, extreme shifts of weather to tell them what kind of clothes to wear or sports to play, the placid, unhurried drift of the North Florida climate might…

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Pirate Story

This piece is by Joe Bunting. Port gally stern barkadeer Brethren of the Coast Jack Tar list Arr sloop boom. Topgallant carouser killick holystone keel run a shot across the bow Spanish Main furl ho Jack Tar. Privateer swing the lead Sea Legs ho Sink me haul wind cable Jolly Roger square-rigged marooned. Spanish Main…

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To be Mine Forever

This piece is by Mike Conradt. To be Mine Forever.                My breath was coming in short rapid rasping sounds as I ran down the street. The details of what happened in the woods I cannot remember. I tried to think with some degree of clarity, but my mind was overwhelmed with confusion and…

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A Night to Remember

This piece is by Callie Sutcliffe. A Night to Remember It was Katy Bennett’s first prestigious affair to put on all by herself. Caldwell Financial was right up there with Berkshire Hathaway and JP Morgan, bringing in around a hundred billion a year into their company. And they were the guests of honor tonight. Katy…

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Welcome to Hell

This piece is by David Chase. Crystal lay in bed, feeling worn out, dead inside. The light played across the ceiling, making odd patterns and she had no desire to get up. What was wrong with her?   It was Saturday morning and she was meeting her boyfriend, Mike, for the party tonight. It was going to be an…

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Good Neighbors

This piece is by Catherine Ryan. I awaken in the middle of the night. At least I think it must be the middle of the night. The room is dark and there’s no street noise outside. My wife snores softly beside me, casting off her bit of warmth. I lie still so as not to…

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