Melissa R. Mendelson, an ON TIME Author Interview

Join us as we peek behind the scenes of our new anthology, ON TIME. Learn more about Melissa R. Mendelson in her featured interview.

Elizabeth Solazzo, an ON TIME Author Interview

Join us as we peek behind the scenes of our new anthology, ON TIME. Learn more about Elizabeth Solazzo in her featured interview.

Remembrance by Victor Hawk

Enjoy an exclusive guest post from Victor Hawk, author of “The Hot Season,” featured in our upcoming anthology ON TIME.   Walking in the neighborhood today, I passed a small ranch house with a green-needled pine tree standing close over it and a leafless maple tree in the yard nearby. Perhaps, it was the blue sky…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Remember Backwards” by Maul Allan Hewish

The doors are locked. No matter how hard we fight with the locks and slam our fists against the glass, there is no breaking through. The windshield is shatterproof, but molten steel would still make short work of that. We change up our strategy, hammering on it with our shoes—pile-driving full-forced blows into it. The…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Face to Face” by Trevor Abbud

The giant would arrive soon. The face of Death was heart-shaped, its eyes marked from the jagged engravings of a blade. Its long appendages loomed over him like some macabre octopus that was born out of the Lake of Hell. Protracted claws beckoned for him to come. Its green hair swayed in the constant gale…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Dogs” by C.S. Fuqua

Fritz had been the last dog of his childhood, the last before his mother left for good, never looking back or making contact again. Her decision had come the night she and the old man sat on the front steps. Clark had stationed himself secretly inside the doorway out of the old man’s sight. Fritz…

A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Room 22” by Irina Slav

Room twenty-two. That’s our room, though I’m not really sure what ouris supposed to mean in these circumstances. There are six of us: an elderly couple, a blond girl, me, and a couple of boys. Not boys, men. I don’t remember their names. We hardly speak; most of the time, we just sit on the…

My Head Is Full of Teeth by Maul Allan Hewish

‘You will never make any money, writing stories.’ My mother made that comment one day. I remember the disdain in her voice. My step-father used to spy over my shoulder when I tried to write as a child, to see if I was writing any swears so they could both sneer and tut disapprovingly about…