“So what does Pif stand for, anyway?” Bringing new editors onto our team, this is a query I’ve heard a lot lately. It’s a fair question, and one that you might have as well. The simple answer is…(drumroll, please…)…that Pif began as a typo. The word …
I’m a Cop, sure. I think that all the time, out in the street here. I’m just a Cop, walking my beat. I walked the beat all my life, but—these days now, it’s all just mirrors. It used to be a regular town but now …
On his snowmobile, Tobias Morgan rode along the frozen sea of Mortla. He was hauling an unusually large package that had taken him fifteen minutes to tie onto the sleigh hooked to the back of the snowmobile. The treadmarks in the snow were made deeper …
It wasn’t yet six in the morning when the doorbell rang, but I was already awake and dressed and had the coffee brewing. Susan, my best friend from childhood– known as Susie back then– had talked me into having a joint tag sale today. I …
With the whistle of mortar fire, the golf ball strafed their heads and landed with a thunk on the green. Sam ducked, along with the two players in his group. He stared at the foursome behind them, resisting the impulse to hurl the ball into …
Mike Harrison’s shoes were on fire. He stomped and stomped, but each smack against the pavement made the flames spread to the cuffs of his pants. “Someone fucking help me!” Mike shouted. The employees at his backyard picnic were a healthy mix of frozen with …
It was a year ago this Wednesday when we woke up able to fly. It happened very naturally; I didn’t even feel it in my sleep. My friend Mick called me on the phone, and I was still groggy when I answered. “Go jump off …
