Bodhi Beyond The Rim Fiction BY Michael Reid Bodhi’s very first sensation was the fear of blindness. Their eyes claimed to have booted, but they could see nothing, could only feel a crushing pressure from all sides.
Seawall Fiction BY Rich Larson They are walking the Cadiz seawall when Chelo tells her boyfriend what she saw on his tab. For a while Javier doesn’t say anything, just stands and looks back toward the beach, where gray waves are crawling to shore on hands and knees.
If You See Him on the Road Fiction BY KJ Kabza I knew the jungle better than anyone, but even if I hadn’t, I could’ve guessed where we were going.
Mecha-Hendrix Gets The Blues Fiction BY Dan Micklethwaite Tickets sold out within forty-nine seconds, and have been changing hands since for up to twenty-five times the price.
And Always, Murder Fiction BY Nancy S.M. Waldman My caretakers in The Freevolution Habitat played Clue at night.
Love Among Dead and Crawling Things Fiction BY Brian Trent It’s been three months since I even bothered to look at a highway billboard: too often they feature bloated bottles crawling on a Caribbean beach or twitching in a dusky-hued tavern.
The Patent Bagger Fiction BY Suzanne Church A green Honourable Mention ribbon was pinned to Carl’s display. With both hands, Jonathan picked up the cumbersome jar with the dog inside, turning it this way and that.
The Correct God Damn Procedure Fiction BY Chopper German Seems like, if we were actually an illegal, despicable pirate, we would’ve let it go. We would not have contacted you. But we did, so I guess that means we’re legal and ... spicable? And not a pirate.
My Seventh Marilyn Fiction BY Michael Haynes Seventeen months from Kiranga Station, I kill my sixth Marilyn as she lies in post-orgasmic bliss, her platinum hair splayed across her pillow.