by Harry Holdorf | Apr 29, 2014 | Blogs, Fiction, 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, Yunnan, China, and Randy...
by writerandartist32 | Mar 16, 2014 | Blogs, Elan Holdorf, Fiction
“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,...
by Russell Fuller | Feb 17, 2014 | Blogs, Elan Holdorf, Fiction
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 the tribe fell sick, all that...
by Russell Fuller | Feb 5, 2014 | Blogs, Fiction, 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...
by Russell Fuller | Jan 21, 2014 | Blogs, Fiction, Leap and the net will appear, 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, scrambling up on some sort of soapbox, and...
by felioness | Nov 17, 2013 | felioness, Fiction
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 the snap and...
