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…
Tag: Distorted
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 | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Bullman” by Anthony S. Buoni
Smiling, she lowered the phone. He started telling her about his last game winning home run when her expression faded. She sighed. Theo tensed. He didn’t want to blow his shot. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering. She motioned with her eyes. “Your loser friends are gracing us with their…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Apotheosis” by Rebecca Lynch
The moment Dominick Chance opened his eyes he understood that he numbered among the dead. A slight twinge echoed in his neck; a remnant of his fatal injury. He shot half off the plush bed he reclined in, looked around in a panic, and prayed Sophie survived the wreck. Not seeing her anywhere went halfway…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “The Lady of the Flames” by Autumn Lishky
Loowit’s spirit flames dissipated, shrinking her, wrapping her in the cage of squishy flesh before the god Takhoma deposited her halfway down her mountain. She tumbled the rest of the way into the blood spilled from the dark maiden, staining Lootwit’s pale skin and white hair red. Her hands grew wrinkled, lined with blue and…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Your Name is Leda” by Catherine Edmunds
You’ve always been afraid of tunnels, turnings where you can’t see what’s round the bend—it might be a man with a flame thrower, or it might be Swanny Fred from Mr. Robertson’s class; Swanny Fred who throws chalk at you and lifts your skirt, and you hate him, especially today when the boys have dared…
Back to School Anthology Sale!
We’re celebrating the season of back to school by putting our anthologies on sale! Whether you’ve already started back to classes or are about to, we have collections to consume in one go and those that can last the semester! Both of our BIG anthologies—we’re talking 60+ stories—are a special $5 off the print editions!…
Throwback Thursday | A DISTORTED Excerpt: “Where the Arrows Files” by Patricia J. Esposito
In the elementary school courtyard, the flag fluttered and snapped before the blue sky. Claire waited on the bench outside for the bell to ring. Twenty minutes. But the wind made the fifty-degree day feel colder. So much for fresh air; it wasn’t relieving the rush of blood inflaming her pelvis, making her feel like…
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