Beyond Lady Liberty was the city itself. It was a dull day and the tall buildings emerged from the grey horizon like ghosts. We stood, a small and shivering crowd of newcomers, silenced by the skyline. It was as if it had emerged from under the sea itself, grown out of the was nothingness of…
A FISTFUL OF NOTHING (Dan Glaser) – WWII has never ended. In 1950s Los Ageles, people live in the underground in order to survive the war still raging outside. In this world, gangsters dominate
THE HOT DRY SPELL (Rae Lori) – In Prohibition Era Chicago, fea and warewolves are at war. And it’s getting uglier and uglier
In the fields of WWI, a enemy emerges that nobody had ever imagine. And it can change the understanding of life as we know it. A dieselpunk short story.
A day at the beach in 1902s Chicago. Boys trying to get with girls. Girls being a lot smarter. From J.T. Farrell’s collection “Chicago Stories)
It was here that Peggy surrendered to her lover. And here it was that after a proper and reasonable time spent in the due dalliance due to such occasion, she mixed for him this most delightful of all drinks in order that he might face with proper spirit her bluff old father’s temporary ire at…
Brand stepped up to the car and noticed a shifting movement in the corner of his eye. He turned to see the gypsy woman and her husband descending the stairs towards him.
Halfway down, they drew up short and the air around them fluttered and shook. A second later, the fabric of the night whipped aside…
Artemis, Butler and Mulch had ringside seats for the Circus Maximus. This was one of a new breed of circus where the act lived up to the advertising, and there was no animal involved. The clowns were genuinely funny, the acrobats were little short of miraculous and the dwarfs were little and short.
Eoin Colfer –…
A humorous and heartwarming story of a young Native American returning to his reserve community, family, and heritage.
She was as tall as his six feet two, with snow white hair cut short as a man’s and brushed straight back from her forehead. Her lips were painted carnation red and her eyelids silver but her smooth unlined jet black skin was untouched. She wore a black sequined evening gown with a red rose…
A metaphorical journey of a young Native American man is search of his true self in a world that seems to be meaningless to him