Stories from
July, 2015

She continued to count, loudly and slowly, long after the children were hidden, basking in the silence between the numbers.

Michael Jagunic is an extra on the set of Cleveland, Ohio.

Forget the stories we made up about the scars. We never had wings. We were born joined at the back, destined only to weigh each other down.

R. Gatwood is concise.

We pile in, wailing with the siren, start the first of a million card games, ignore the banging on the bunker door; it stops soon enough.

Daniel Galef reads when he isn’t writing.

“But he’s my son! My only child!” the woman pleaded. The machine input the new data into the equation, assigning it a value of zero.

Nathaniel W. Phillips (@EldritchNate) lives on the X and Y axes. He writes so he might someday find Z.

Archimedes smiled as the boy fell from the sky. He signaled his men to lower their shields, knowing Daedalus would blame hubris and the sun.

Ian Glass plays with film, canvas, and words.