Fiction

Fables, yarns, tales, fantasies, science fiction, magic realism and other fantastical flavors.

The Girl and the Stone

The stone was green. It may have been moss that made it so. He didn't know; he picked it up from the side of the road and threw it. Ahead of him the girl fell ...

I, Hog

It's not like a usual Hog to make a journal, but my Hog-brothers have, for as long as I can remember, considered me a cut above the rest. I leave this to any future Hog ...

Color Bind

There is only one way of seeing them, and that is,seeing the whole of them.--John Ruskin Life forms from V12 in the NGC4203 galaxy 10.4 million light years from Earth had inhabited Providence, R.I., for ...

Tintamarre-ruckus-bedlam-pother-and-brawl, Behave!

It all started when Eugenia looked out the window one Saturday morning and saw children peddle by on their bikes. "Sometimes," she said to Ruth, her partner of four decades, "I wish that we'd had ...

Centaur in Brass 2041

When I was a kid, there were no canals, no vaporettos, no peacekeepers. That San Francisco seems exotically technicolor to me now, like one of those planets the Enterprise visits that seems just like Earth ...

Losing His Head

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him . . .—William Shakespeare To the outside world Jerry Farelli appeared to have everything life could offer: good looks, excellent health, and substantial wealth (albeit derived from a number ...

Incident at Oscuro

She was laying on the edge of the road with her head a good foot past the white line. At first, Tennessee thought that she must've been a large dog; a second later he saw ...

Gleam

I had lost track of the days. The first hint that I was near my destination was the glimmer of the plastic sheets flapping in the desert breeze. It was still early — I tried ...

The Skin Shop

This morning, there is no skin. No callous, no glove, no covering, just pink, flayed tissue with no granulation and white tendons barely holding everything together. I am a study in vivisection. My obicularis oris ...

The Courtship of Lady Boo-Boo

[Apologies to Charles Dodgson] In the land of Nod . . . Tweedledee threw three knives, one after the other; they sailed through the air, spinning in a blur of gray metal and brown leather.Each ...

Mawulf Sees the World

By Adam Myers In the very long, long ago, (or maybe in the soon, soon to be), there lived a curious creature whose name was Mawulf. Now Mawulf was curious in two ways. First, he ...

A Roadful of Ducks

I never thought I'd find comfort this way, but no one told me I couldn't. I just gave it a go, and the ducks are following me down the road now. As they follow me, ...

The Burning Turtle

The Creature has a purposeand his eyes are bright with it.-- John Keats Turtles communicate mostly by grunting, and what they have to say is amazing. I know because one has spoken to me since ...

An Honest Attempt

Me and Lulu-Mae were having a right tasty Sunday lunch in the meadow when Lulu-Mae said, "Lyle, just when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?" I figured no amount of ...

Togetherness

The humerus bone has ‘humor’ of a malignant kind, that which shows no restraint. It went jerking in another direction, that is, the direction of a no-no, towards the man with the blond hair. And ...

Khoa in Chiapas

He’s seen her before, coming out of the church as he was walking inside. He’d only wanted a place to sit, where it was dark and cool and quiet. He had looked down with shock ...

Stop, Before it’s too Late

Don't open that note! The pages are folded over for a reason. Crackling of the adventurine-colored curtains gone moldy, and brittle, over the last century signals trouble all around you now you have started to ...

Tales of the Natural

Sage, the courier said, once burned, will remove all evidence that I existed, and have left this package here. Burn it now, or the old woman across the street will know. You know how long ...

The Story of the Oogaloogaman

This is the story of the Oogaloogaman. I heard it from Roger, who heard it from Shaun, who knows it's true. If I tell it to you, you have to believe it, because if you ...

New Existence

She pervades all things. 1918 was the best of all creatures. You fear possible negative public feeling against them, and you cannot now retain my attention. Besides learned men from his meditation days, by asking ...

Where is the Enchilada of Death?

Stomach flu. Days of lying on your back at the mercy of mutant molecules coiling viciously up your brain tubes, of your neurons unlinking and firing randomly into the air like Cossacks at a village ...

To Broil a Horse

Title and theme went on and on: old Ralph Rinkelmann and his innumerable rubber trees in the center of a basin. And wringing from them the juice of a lemon. To broil a horse. It ...

With Virgil

Behind the polyglas the sky was orange over the city.  The white towers were tall and thin, with minaret tops.  Just like the snow asparagus FourMother cloned in the agrovat, Lewis thought.  Funny he'd never ...

Perfect Day

My good friend Marianne once asked me, “What is your definition of a perfect day?” She was flipping through one of those women’s magazines, reading the questions of some quiz out loud. Kicked back on ...