Fiction

Backside of the Moon Chinese Chicken Ranch, by Harry Holdorf

Backside of the Moon Chinese Chicken Ranch, by Harry Holdorf

My name is Johnson Adams, I’m reporting for The Huffington Post. The year is 2084. I’m on board Bloc #342, on my way to a place called the Dark Side Of The Moon Chicken Ranch. I’m hitching a ride with Ann Chu, 23, a farmer from Kunming, […]

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escape pod, by Elan Holdorf

escape pod, by Elan Holdorf

“Okay, I’ll go first,” he said, leaning back and clasping his hands behind his head. He took a deep breath and looked at the two other men in the small escape pod. “It’s not like I have anything to hide. I mean I haven’t done anything wrong. Well, anyway nothing […]

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He Who Sleeps All Day, by Elan Holdorf

He Who Sleeps All Day, by Elan Holdorf

His function in the tribe for more than a decade had been only this: to provide them with the closest thing to a real shaman that they could find. He never even knew how he did it himself, but for some reason, every time that someone in […]

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Karminrot, by Tia Kessler

Karminrot, by Tia Kessler

This short story was accepted for publication in the most recent issue of the online magazine the-were-traveler: “The Shadows Only Hide the Monsters—A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe & H. P. Lovecraft” and has been graciously shared with readers at WARP Place. Karminrot There’s blood flowing down […]

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Ripped, by Russell Fuller

Ripped, by Russell Fuller

The last time I came home ripped was supposed to be the last time I came home ripped. I can’t say I don’t know what I was thinking when thinking was the last thing on my mind. But I feel now like tumbling down to the square, […]

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Déjà vu, by felioness

Déjà vu, by felioness

Alone with the pain I was inconsolable. My tears were a heavy rain of hopelessness making my head hurt. Later, when the weeping stopped and my  senses returned, I was able to smell the acrid scent of poplar wood burning in the campfire . I could hear […]

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Donut Man 1, by GEK

Donut Man 1, by GEK

It was the dead of night. It was the middle of nowhere. A dove hooted; neon hummed and buzzed. A pink word blinked on the gable above the front door:  “Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.” A single light strung high on a pole and powered by a silent generator […]

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A Visit to Mother’s, by GEK

A Visit to Mother’s, by GEK

I had a limo take me to Jersey – a lush green state, Jesus! So this is where spring has been hiding. The driver’s name was spelled out on a laminated photo ID: Parth Semalayen. The photo showed a large balding Indian gentleman in a purple suit […]

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