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The Whole Goddamn Town

Issue No. 251 ~ April, 2018

I made my way through the crowd and could see the man they shot. The dead man’s mouth was open, blood was flaming red on his hands, and his pants were wet. The smell was firecrackers and the sour mixture of blood and piss. Two …

Mr. Reynard, Ahead of His Time

Issue No. 251 ~ April, 2018

Mr. Reynard, 63, quite liked his front door. How it felt: the Knotty Alder (a wood with the “strength of maple and the personality of pine”) felt soft on his fingertips and on his lips. How it looked, of course, too: it was inviting but …

Pinhole In A Playing Card

Issue No. 250 ~ March, 2018

August 21st was the exact day I realized I was in an alternate universe. Not an exaggerated alternate universe, but a subtle and unnerving one. The most terrifying alternate universes will look like your world, but they will feel off, and you’ll never be able …

Tipitapa

Issue No. 249 ~ February, 2018

  Corey never could have known that all of his crazy adventures and all of his troublesome curiosities would somehow lead him to a place like this. He’d read books about prison and seen the movies and the shows. Everybody had. Prison held a powerful …

The Duckweed

Issue No. 249 ~ February, 2018

Perhaps it was a time travel passage like those in the cheesy TV dramas, emanating smells of mystery and inscrutability in puffs of smoke echoed with the menacing fragments of dimness and dampness here and there. At one or two stories of the tong lau …

Lucida and Obscura

Issue No. 249 ~ February, 2018

08-23-2009 3:12 P.M. VID—CAM—PSI2 WED Day 1: My neck hurts. I have been craning it in precise movements for five years now: a sixty-degree swivel towards the left, rotating as much as my holder allows, to catch what’s going on in the Cereal and Homemade …

In the Shadow of the Valley of Measurement

Issue No. 248 ~ January, 2018

The question occurred to him as he scurried into his kitchen to inventory his foodstuffs just one more time. Of all the minutes he spent at home, in his house {two fungible phrases} {or were they?}—anyway, of all the minutes spent in the physical structure …

Baptism of the Wounded

Issue No. 248 ~ January, 2018

It was another cold night, but at least it wasn’t yet raining, thought Marco.  He rubbed his hands over the makeshift garbage-can fire that he fed with newspapers and empty cartons. While buses roared and taxis swerved by, Marco beheld the city’s flickering lights, its …