Lost in the Transfer by Franky Seymour
We Sell a Lifestyle by Stephen Howard
Dead Stars Gleaming Through the Night by Anna Clark
The Silent Sanctuary by Jason P. Burnham
Amy Flores is a wife, mother, and lover of books, animals, anime and video games. She also dabbles in YouTube videos and writing too.
Michelle is a creative writer from the Inland Northwest. She volunteers for SpoCon, her local science fiction, fantasy, and gaming convention, and writes as often as she can. She writes young adult science fiction and rural fantasy, sometimes surfboarding mice, sometimes pizza-slaying witches, sometimes blood mages. She has been an editorial assistant for Trestle Creek Review and Willow Springs Magazine. You can learn more about Michelle at these sites:
Dee Darling lives in San Francisco, CA where she is active in the Society for Creative Anachronism and indulges her obsession with history. She is an avid reader and writer of science fiction, fantasy and paranormal fiction.
Zack lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. When he isn’t reading or writing stories, he enjoys exploring the many natural wonders of Northern California.
Michael is a speculative fiction writer from Las Vegas, Nevada. Ironically, he is a dyslexic English teacher who never passed a reading proficiency test. When he isn't actively preventing his family from eating him, he loves to think about ghosts, spaceships, and talking rodents.
Aleesia had not been to the Silent Sanctuary in ages. Putting two kids through wizarding school who pretended not to know their clean-up spells, having a husband constantly off at war in the Hinterlands, and Read more…
The small god tears across the universe like time might break. Their being hinges on an axiom: outpace light; see the past. They push until their form is gaseous and all the worlds become one Read more…
You smile as William rips the Sold sign out from the too-long grass of your new home. Your smile falters, but he does not see. William runs inside, shouting for you to join him, to Read more…
Movies always get this part wrong. In real hospitals, nothing beeps. Beeping means something bad is happening; your body is failing at some integral task and needs help before it collapses into chaos. But in Read more…
Moll broke the news to her husband in the neurology visitors lounge on the fifth floor. “He’s rallied,” she said. “Rallied?” “He’s going to pull through, George.” “Thank god,” he said. The cherrywood casket, he Read more…
The bell chimed as the front door swung open. My head snapped up from my crossword to find a man about my age with the most striking face and killer jawline. Fuck, that’s a shame. Read more…
The Grove of Knowledge benefitted from an accord with the fungi underground. The fungi spread far and wide, with eyes and ears in every corner of the realm, allowing them to provide the trees with Read more…
I did not invite the Tongue Takers to dinner, but three extra chairs have found their way to my kitchen table. They returned early this morning. News of their arrival oozed through town like a Read more…
I craft my face each morning, coaxing the bees into the perfect alignment. Or, most mornings, into the good-enough alignment. Friendly takes extra effort, and the bees aren’t having it this morning. I settle for Read more…
Emma understands that the world might be ending. Wormholes. Soft spots. A parallel universe that’s starting to leak through a hundred different holes in a hundred different cities. One of which happens to be just Read more…
“I am not a necromancer,” I repeat, blood dripping off my chin with patters of splat splat splat onto the reports spilling across the interrogation table. “I’m a doctor. Just a doctor.” “Mm,” the interrogator Read more…
There is a robot on Mars. This is a problem. It was put up/down there, initially, by itself, just a tangle of cement-printer nozzles on a cluster of all-terrain wheels, a slapped on sticker with Read more…
