Fiction Tag

Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life. The sun glared through the crystallized windshield as he waited for the little oval of visibility slowly grew in front of him. He looked down to the gas...

Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air. Dog. He looked across the snowy plain and saw the sled make its approach. The team of malamutes pulled hard, tongues lolling outside their frozen muzzles. His friend Aguta drove them relentlessly. The...

I hate waiting at the bus stop. It’s cold out and I forgot my mitts. Jamie went back to get ‘em. Tommy keeps pulling my hair on the bus. It’s around the corner and Jamie’s not back yet. I don’t want to get on without...

Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear. Running in the woods, four-feet, paws and fur was all we pups had ever known. Brown Ear stopped during our moonlit run and howled before collapsing in...

“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile. I marvelled at the heft of the weapon, feeling its steely coolness, knowing a simple purposeful twitch would bring it to life and end another. After all that happened, how much I’d...

My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame. I studied its flicker and playful dance, the power in my hand calling me forward to unleash its intention. The smell of butane and carbon, the sound of...

All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit. That was part of the hook. He’d fumble through the basic show tricks ably enough despite only picking up the magic book yesterday. Billie said he was a quick study and the proof stood up...

David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice. He drank it in a single pull and refilled his glass, wincing at the burning fortification. David ignored Melanie’s lifeless eyes staring at him and picked up the shovel. Photo by fishbulb9...

I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me? I couldn’t turn it off even if I wanted to. “Hi, Ben,” I said, loosening my grip on the knife. Friend or foe, the guy was still my brother. “What brings you...

No one fucks with Eddie. I grab the green duffel bag and stuff the small assortment of my belongings into it: a pair of jeans, a couple t-shirts and shit like that. So much horse-fuckery. These assholes have no idea what they’re up against. I...

Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below. The twins corkscrewed their way up and around the ancient tree to the canopy of the Glade. They landed on the Great Chamber’s platform...

Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with one hand and pushing her into the pool with the other. Photo by Joe Shlabotnik...