Enjoy an exclusive guest post from Margo Rife, author of “God’s Gifts Are Timeless,” featured in our upcoming anthology ON TIME. Inspiration for the flash fiction story “God’s Gifts Are Timeless” came from books written by two of my favorite authors. Before Malcom Gladwell was automatically a best-selling author, he wrote a book titled Angels,…
ON TIME Cover Reveal
A new project. A new theme. Some seriously timely stories. Introducing ON TIME, a collection of seventy-four interpretations of the fourth dimension. …tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock… Are we controlled by TIME’s callous whims? An unyielding, enslaving construct, trapping us within unstoppable second-hands. Or is TIME an illusion? Changing the continuum’s flow, we unlock forbidden power and break…
Throwback Thursday | An UNDERWATER Excerpt: “The Rock Cave” by Angela R. Sargenti
I dive deeper than normal because the reef is so pretty. Fish of all colors swim around me—blue, green, and yellow. I spy an opening in the rock beneath the coral. My curiosity gets the better of me. As I get closer, I see that it’s big enough to swim through, so I do. When…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “Setting Fire to Water” by Phoebe Tsang
The end came faster than he could have hoped. Coyote, twenty-nine and balding since seventeen, who could be seen each morning at his company’s office building through the tinted windows of the fourth-floor gym, a ghost with fluorescent aura slowly erased by encroaching daybreak; who hadn’t taken a vacation since joining this above-average, medium-to-large corporation…
Throwback Thursday | An AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER Excerpt: “Company at Last” by Brian H. Seitzman
Mr. Krimbret was a man of his word. Etta picked her head up when the phone rang minutes past 10:00 AM. Krimbret had arrived at the Odalin manse and gone over the items bequeathed to her. He was ready with his bid. “I can give you $6,500 for the lot,” Krimbret said, “I’m not interested…
Throwback Thursday | An UNDERWATER Excerpt: “Ferryman” by Val Prozorova
I was nineteen the first time I died. It happened entirely by accident; I had never kayaked in the sea before, too used to the smooth and still waters of the New Zealand lakes, and the waves overbalanced me. Upside down in the water, two thoughts circled first, the rope meant to hold me certainly…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Maiden of the Underworld” by Alisha Costanzo
Atlantis 8021 BC Shock fell over Phea, and her heart beat against her rib cage once more. Every grain in her body buzzed sluggishly. Her grandmother no longer sat with her, although she couldn’t be sure when Gaia had left. She might have been on that cave floor, curled up on her self and screaming…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “The Dancing Lilly” by Anthony S. Buoni
The neon lights lit the cobblestones underneath the Flat Five’s awning, casting a surreal blue haze over the club’s entrance. Muted jazz poured onto the streets as I passed a dirty dachshund panhandling for change or leftovers. The snake at the door, Nick, stopped me on my way in and motioned at the duffel bag…
Throwback Thursday | An AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER Excerpt: “Tinkerhell” by Michael Seese
The river. I needed to get to the river. The river would carry me away from here, away from them, away from death. I struggled, staggered. The sweat streaming down my face clouded my eyes, making it difficult to discern the small details of the terrain below my feet. I tripped and fell, far too often. To…
Throwback Thursday | An UNDERWATER Excerpt: “Sylvia’s Ashes” by Shannon Rose Leahy
He stood on the shore, the full moon’s light shattering into pearl fragments on the ocean’s black face. Sylvia, his darling wife—where in the vast waters had her ashes drifted? Three years had passed since the small and huddled service at the end of the rickety pier, a tinny rendition of “The Saints Go Marching…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “To Sing Which Tune” by Heidi C. Vlach
They would never hurt anyone, the stories said. Sirens ate only fish and spoke only music, and they rescued lost sailors and drowning people, and they taught ducklings to swim. The sirens, the graceful bird-folk, were friends to everyone who respected their waters. Helen knew all of that to be true—not the more excessively romanticized…
Throwback Thursday | An ON FIRE Excerpt: “Chrysopoeia” by Megan Dorei
At 9:09 a.m., the lab exploded. Ayden had been monitored so closely for so long that she kept track of the clock. She allowed herself one final glimpse of it before she destroyed everything. For nostalgia’s sake. The morning was mild aside from the blazing rubble, the sky silk and lavender, the sun a vague…
