by Howie Good I like naps. As it wasn’t too late, I wanted to enjoy a nap under a tree. I started for the door, but a short stocky man with an uncanny resemblance to Stalin, the dictator who put th…
by Maura Yzmore It was nearly morning when Wendy landed on the railing of the balcony just outside her bedroom. Gently, she touched down on the tips of her toes. Slowly, she flapped her translucent…
PodCastle 748: Colors of the Immortal Palette - Part 3 - PodCastle
[Note: This is Part 3 of a three-part novelette. Visit our previous posts to read Part 1 and Part 2.] ALIZARIN CRIMSON I’m still fighting the ultramarine depths of despair some fifteen years later, when I meet Joshua at the Club DeLisa. We get to talking, a fragmented conversation to fill the space […]
by Wilson Koewing In the sky above Rouses Market, anvil-shaped thunderclouds matured. Jane Sprinkle — red hair draped over the hood of a yellow rain jacket — admired the looming storm and went insi…
by Rich Giptar It was sunny enough to burn so we took the bus/Renault/Land Rover down to Skegness/Bournemouth/Sandbanks beach. I loved the beach though I’d never learned how to swim/how to snorkel/…
by Chris Milam You can learn a lot about a man by what he spreads across his wholegrain English muffin. If he uses butter, he is delusional and uninformed. The good trumps the bad in the mind of a …
by Sebnem Sanders Ivy fascinated Ivan. English, with prominent white or yellow-green veins. Boston, with a reddish bronze colour in the spring, and bright, deep green during summer, turning to shad…
Free science fiction from the frozen North. Our new issue launches with 5 amazing new fiction pieces from Canadian and international authors and amazing local artists.
Free science fiction from the frozen North. Our new issue launches with 5 amazing new fiction pieces from Canadian and international authors and amazing local artists.