by C.A. Schaefer David’s father would be released on the far side of the moon, away from the warm metal of his car, the rain-ruined...

by Patricia Patterson There’s this game I used to play with my kid sister when we were as far from death as we could be, before she went...

by Robert Yune The gargoyles on the roof hoist overflowing bowls above their heads, transforming the drizzle into a whimsical blessing....

by Cherish Collins I’m not claustrophobic. I’m not… or wasn’t, but I’ve been stuck here for hours now and I’m starting to think I am....

by Susan McCarty The zombie apocalypse took everyone by surprise, not because it was very different from all of the movies and books and...

by Jacob Paul You unbutton his third (or is it fourth?) shirt button down and clutch a fist of his chest hair, right between the two blue...

by Amber Sparks When Death came and started it all, the people on Earth had already drawn close together to wait for spring. The trees...

by Manny Loley Shimá sipped from her can of Shasta. “Hastiin lei jiní, łah biniye náánáshdlah,” she said, laughing. “Like he took another...

by Daniel Takeshi Krause We had to take a step, hold a pose, take a step, hold a pose, on and on like that to get anywhere.

by Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer “And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.” — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass