A summoning felt a propos when the moon fell from the sky and the sun blew out. To part the veil of the Arcane Plane had always been forbidden—a gateway to nameless evil, an invitation to the dark. But now? What was one more dark thing in unmitigated night?
Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She works as Fantasy Editor at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and publishes an annual anthology of fiction and poetry for her writing group, Writers Assembled. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera. Find her on Facebook, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and Amazon.
The platform’s empty. The train isn’t due for almost an hour, but I’m in no hurry.
Someone left yesterday’s newspaper on the bench. Another celebrity wedding. Another mass shooting. Same old, same old.
Tomorrow will be different. “Woman saves child,” it will say.
This time I’ll stop him from falling.
Kim McGreal lives in the UK with her husband, daughter, and a cat that believes scritches are more important than writing. She can be found on Twitter @kimsfic.
When you called, I raced round to your flat like you knew I would.
Afterwards, we sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and sharing a cigarette.
It’s so good to be back together I told you, but you shook your head; Mike must never find out about this you insisted.
David has moved on and now writes 50-word stories. He has most recently had work published in The Foliate Oak, Helios Quarterly, Gnu Magazine, The Machinery, Three Drops From the Cauldron, Summer Fling – Tales of Seduction, Short Tale 100, Blink-Ink, and 50-Word Stories.
Single male, 30s, new in town, never married, professional, healthy, looking for love w/ woman.
Male, early 30s, seeking good company or just to show me around town.
Male. Dinner and movie. Any genre.
Male offering meal. Can cook. Not a health freak.
Lift to airport. (For 1 + luggage.)
Joey tries to write a little. For a good time, visit joeytoey.com. Or don’t.
He put his hand in the fire for me. He was in the parlor with my father, his uncle.
“Let me see her for as long as my hand is in the flame!” he declared, making quite an impression. I heard him across the house.
But father sent him away.
Ciera Horton is a 20 year old writer and world traveler, a lover of old books and swing dancing, and a student at Wheaton College in Chicago. She shares her culturally-engaging outlook on literature and social hot topics on her blog, cierahorton.blogspot.com.
It was yet another late night for Dave. He hadn’t been able to go to sleep at a reasonable time in months.
The smoke from his cigarette danced in the 4 o’clock moonlight. He reeked of whisky. There was an empty prescription pill bottle in the trash bin.
Finally, he slept.
Vlad is a college student living in the Long Island, commuting into Brooklyn daily, and generally traveling the world. Spending hours on end simply staring out the window of a train, maybe a car or a bus, has never been a problem. No, the real issue is knowing where he’s headed.