Grampa Don hated houseflies. To hear him talk you’d think there weren’t no flies in Chicago, but we visited once and there were flies a’plenty, I assure you. But when Grampa stayed with us he was forever complaining about flies in the house. via Poc…
PLAYING WITH LIONS • by James Machell – Every Day Fiction
I let the children play with the lions because I decided that it was part of their education to examine life from another planet. This was after I ordered a box of domestic cats but many of my students, the boys in particular, didn’t know their own …
PETTISHA AND THE CAT MAN OF PARIS • by Christopher Owen – Every Day Fiction
Paris is a city of many things — lights, sounds, whispers… and cats. Cats haunt modern Paris like fur-clad ghosts — whiskered faces through window panes, gray mousers plying their trade in alleyways, rooftop cats and cats who sleep and dream curled …
Daily Science Fiction :: The Day They Found The Train by Cassandra Khaw
Daily Science Fiction is an on-line magazine specializing in science fiction, fantasy, and everything in between. A new story is published every weekday and sent to subscribers via e-mail, and stories appear a week later on dailysciencefiction.com.
Butler found Pebbles dead in the morning. Each day, the moment Butler became active at 6 a.m. sharp, the little old dog’s stumpy legs would carry her over to seat herself royally in front of the en…Daily Science Fiction :: Appreciative Estate by Cat Rambo
Daily Science Fiction is an on-line magazine specializing in science fiction, fantasy, and everything in between. A new story is published every weekday and sent to subscribers via e-mail, and stories appear a week later on dailysciencefiction.com.
What’s special about today’s free fiction? Tor has “The Memory Coder” by Jessica Brody Every Day Fiction has a short fantasy flash: “Drawn to the Glow” by K.C. B…
Dogman’s Daughter by Ani King – Syntax & Salt Magazine
Everyone knows that Dogman comes out of the woods every seven years, on the seventh day, of the seventh month all well groomed and handsome. He swaggers out slow to sit at the Olde’s heavy wooden b…
“Remember me? I’m that BioLet Composting Toilet you got as a Wedding Gift for Your First Marriage,” by Stacy Stevenson - Defenestration
It’s not every day a highly specialized composting toilet is purchased as a wedding gift. I mean, nothing says “this marriage is forever!” quite like a composting toilet. via Pocket
The wind is my lover. I feel its warm breath on my wings, pulling them taut and moving me across the face of the sea. I taste the salty water and remember it. Once I knew the taste of every day, every drop of ocean. Now I forget things and have no-o…
She didn’t walk every day. Only when she had time and they didn’t need her. Only when her weary body could force itself out the door to walk below the ridgeline. She told herself she walked for fitness. She knew she really walked for the fitness of …