Fiction

Written By: Rashan Speller The pigeons would not consume him. That was the first thing Detective Darius Kane noticed. Not the missing head or the blood.

Written By: Robin S. Bloom My quiet reverie in the park is interrupted by voices upon voices — by clownish music blaring from an ice cream truck, and the barking of a hot dog vendor pitching his wares.

Written By: Robin S. Bloom The Victorian structure at the end of Junedale Lane housed Rigby’s Apothecary on its first floor and its proprietors, Alfred and Jane Rigby on its second.

Written By: J.T. Trigonis It wasn’t footage. Not exactly.

Written By: J.T. Trigonis Another storm sliced across the skies.

Written By: Patrick Joel Quinif Eva clicked away from the window in which her virtual friends were working doggedly to build a tidy compound in the candy-coated anime landscape of the ‘Zone.’