Stories from
May, 2010

I ask if it scares her, seeing him covered in IVs, and she says no. Then she looks up and beams. “Know what? I’m stronger than Daddy now.”

R. Gatwood is concise.

I’ve never played with Fire nor courted Disaster, but I admit that I have flirted with Death. What can I say? I’m a sucker for Goth chicks.

Merton Sussex is a Minneapolis-based copywriter, and a writer/editor at He loves his wife, and his dogs.

A fob chain went under his vest, between ribs, to his wind-up ticker. Only after she left did he learn she’d stolen the key to his heart.

Abra Staffin-Wiebe (@cloudscudding): Publishing credits in Baen’s Universe etc, runs an SF/F/H writing resource.

My son’s third spring starts on the sidewalk: Daddy, I smell something. He leans into the hope and discerns it. Daddy, it’s grass!

Christopher Cocca: MFA at The New School. MDiv at YDS. Published at elimae, brevity, geez, pindeldyboz, patrol, slingshot, and others.