Hogarth placed a wildflower bouquet at the weathered roadside cross. He couldn’t read the stranger’s name, but he knew, in reversed circumstances, he’d want the same.
It was only through the flash of headlights and screeching tires that Hogarth realized the cross’s name was his, the date of death: today.
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Today I slaughtered my other self in the mirror. I felt his pain as my own.
One of us was laughing, while the other was crying.
Stealing the light that enriched his eager eyes left me alone in darkness.
I don’t know which side of the glass I was on.
P.A.’s love for the fantasy genre started as a child. He connected his modem to another computer or Bulletin Board Service (BBS) to play a text-based fantasy game called MajorMUD. Along with reading Robert Asprin and painting D&D miniatures, his childhood was spent trading reality for the magical places inside his head. Now he’s put one of those places on the page. See more on his website.
He was brushing his teeth when he noticed he’d misplaced his thumbs. He spat green toothpaste and bloody saliva in the bathroom sink, looked around, then shrugged and kept on brushing.
Oh well, he thought. If they’re gone, they’re gone. No need worrying. Besides, I’ve never needed to hitchhike anyway.
Willem Myra, 24, lives on a satellite of a city gravitating around Rome, Italy. Sometimes he thinks he makes less sense than Google Translate.
I could do no more for her body, which had progressed from lithe toddler to this wooden being, joints forever locked.
Eye contact. We were transported together beyond Earth, beyond time, somewhere beyond… Then back in the clinic, stunned.
Dad quietly stated, “She does that to me all the time.”
Jacqueline Mast is a pediatric physical therapist and kid whisperer.
Fluorescent lights reflected onto the cool, rushed water. I walked to the side of the falls, climbing over the fence that I peered over as a child.
Quickly, I checked to make sure no one was watching, then I threw myself over the edge and spread my wings, taking flight.
Emily is a fourteen-year-old girl living in New Jersey. Her dream is to graduate college with an degree in English and finish her first novel by the end of high school.
A monster slouched past my apartment window last night, its shoulder on the thirty-fifth floor. I tried to get its attention, but it just skulked onward towards the west.
This morning I woke up early to check the news. There was no mention of my monster. I was sadly disappointed.
Andrew Black is a writer of weird fiction and has had stories featured in anthologies by May December Publications and SNM Horror Magazine. Andrew has a blog with news of the weird and tips for writing at maskofreason.wordpress.com.
A man sits in an overstuffed chair in the middle of a room. There is nothing else in the room except for about twenty dogs, most of them barking. There is a loaded revolver beside the chair.
Once a day the man gets up and shoots one of the dogs.
Richard Pannbacker is a retired biochemist/teacher/sheepfarmer living in Manhattan, Kansas. He writes short stories, short short stories and still shorter seven-line flash fiction. He is the winner of the 22nd Annual “Kansas Voices” short story contest and has had short stories accepted by Pill Hill Press and The Right-Eyed Deer.