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Tag: TRANSCENDENT
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “It’s Only A Dream” by Robert Petyo
When Trevor Goodwin and his partner Bria got home from the four-hour movie, he still had five hours to fill before returning to the lab for another day of experiments. Since Bria rejected his efforts to discuss the show, he secluded himself in the corner and tried to fill his time by scanning the background…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Never Left” by Lori M. Myers
I gazed, now, at the countryside blurring past. The faded clapboard building selling fish bait and the bar, which had thrived during tourist season, were long gone. Even the foliage seemed to reject this place, the trees transitioning from verdant green to almost skeletal-bare as we got closer. This place in time matched my own….
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “In Comes the Cold” by M.C. St. John
“It is bloody freezing,” his wife said. “Bernard, say something. Anything.” “What am I to say that I haven’t uttered to the old man before?” “Perhaps raising your voice.” “I do. I do.” “Upstairs. Not here.” Too late. Their daughter, Alice, wriggled awake in Maggie’s arms and cried. Maggie bounced the baby as best she…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Grey Man Walking Past” by David Kotok
The hammer is hard under the pillow. I sacrifice the cushion at my chest for the comfort of my cheek. The wooden handle is reassuring somehow, the cold metal lump of the head more so. It wasn’t my idea. The waitress at the Eastern Promise, the new girl with dyed tresses and ribbons, talked about…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “You Can’t Even Call It A Rainbow” by Jefferson Retallack
Three. The visual rules of our world exist due to the way your optic nerve receives electromagnetic waves. Ninety percent of the population. Most of you think you are normal, well, you don’t actually ever think about it. You don’t have any trouble coordinating an outfit, no accidentally leaving the house looking like a rodeo…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Road of Dreams” by Abra Staffin-Wiebe
A young woman appears on the road in mid-step, and a silvery peal of chimes fills the air of the tower chamber. “A special one. A strong dreamer,” Lady Felicity says. She tries to see better and nearly falls, bracing herself against the wall until she’s steady again. The strong dreamer teeters in cheap high…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “The Glittering Pearls” by Alisha Costanzo
The local sergeant didn’t follow the same ceremony as the mayor, but he did keep hard candies on his desk, creamy caramel ones, and Jace left with a handful in his pocket. This man’s purge didn’t veer from the norm in the way of sins, but he had visited the capitol. What Jace took from…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Frogbaby” by Brett Petersen
It was an icy Friday evening at the beginning of February. Sheila stood by Dan’s side as he read the incomplete manuscript of Abe And Lily Visit Mazgua City to teens with cancer at the same hospital where they had lost Ryan. Dan meant to finish the book that week, but the emotional gravity that hung…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Returnal” by Connor Phillips
The dreams, when they do come, are full of their faces, waiting and watching at the edge of the woods. You can hear the sneaking mutter of their schemes to trick you and trap you back into their blame. You don’t feel afraid though, just buried in anger. You spit and seethe, you belch and…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “Footsteps in the Room Upstairs” by Gregory L. Norris
Left with no other choice, he began to hear things. A car door closing in the driveway. Not loudly, like thunder, no—more like a secret that sneaks part of the way out. And the opening and shutting of the front door after she kissed his forehead goodnight and spoke the last of her new mantras:…
A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “The Dream Lover” by Lindsay Zibach
“We’re good together,” I said. “Perfect together,” you sighed. “I wish we could be together every night for the rest of my life.” I surged with equal parts ecstasy and despair. What did you mean, “every night?” I couldn’t have imagined you would be ashamed to be with someone like me. I thought nothing of…
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