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11/09/2026

Specificity by Ryan Scribner

As I pulled into an almost vacant lot in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with the cars of the few Saturday patrons and library staff parked, I noticed a pale woman wearing a cream-colored dress, its lace browned faintly around the cuffs. Her face possessed the pale stillness of old photographs. Her eyes shifted strangely, as if several people were considering me from behind them at once....

As I pulled into an almost vacant lot in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with the cars of the few Saturday patrons and library staff parked, I noticed a pale woman wearing a cream-colored dress, its lace b…

10/09/2026

Cordova, AK 1990

They always show the birds on TV. Black all over, matted, and unrecognizable. I wonder if the people watching even know what the birds looked like before. Vero used to track the murres around the sound. Their heads were always black, but their feathers were snow white. I told Vero’s kid once that if the fish stopped coming, we’d have to hunt the birds....

They always show the birds on TV. Black all over, matted, and unrecognizable. I wonder if the people watching even know what the birds looked like before. Vero used to track the murres around the s…

09/09/2026

Wee Florrie by Ian Ibbetson.

The interview room was sweltering. Flies gathered around the one small window high up on the street-side wall. The Scottish summer heat didn't seem to bother the old woman in the other chair. Archie's first thought was how cool she looked. The tweed jacket remained on despite the heat and the pearls sat perfectly against the olive green twinset. Every tight white curl had been marshalled precisely into position....

The interview room was sweltering. Flies gathered around the one small window high up on the street-side wall. The Scottish summer heat didn’t seem to bother the old woman in the other chair.…

08/09/2026

A Life Well Lived by Michael Bloor

When a farmer dies in Scotland, it's the convention that he gets a big funeral. So, when auld Jockie Murdoch of Muirside died, it wasn't just his relatives and his neighbours who turned up for him, but all the other farmers for many miles around, who'd known him from the auction marts and the agricultural shows, plus the contractors who'd shifted his animals, transported his fertiliser and lime, delivered his fenceposts and similar gear, the vet, the bank manager, the insurance agent, the auctioneer, the farmers' union rep, and so on....

When a farmer dies in Scotland, it’s the convention that he gets a big funeral. So, when auld Jockie Murdoch of Muirside died, it wasn’t just his relatives and his neighbours who …

07/09/2026

The Fourteenth Victim by Mark Grace

Twelve bodies in the last month with the same MO. Each victim had blunt force trauma to the back of the head, indicating a surprise attack. Once stunned, the brutal attack continued. The autopsies showed multiple broken bones, ruptured organs, and, in one case, a heart attack. The bruising on the skin indicated that the same weapon used to hit the head was also used to beat the victims to death....

Twelve bodies in the last month with the same MO. Each victim had blunt force trauma to the back of the head, indicating a surprise attack. Once stunned, the brutal attack continued. The autopsies …

06/09/2026

Literally Reruns -The Binturong Blues by Anne Marie Potter

The Biturong Blues by Anne Marie Potter “I think the bintarong ate my condom.” That’s a showstopper of an opening sentence, and although it is not literally the opener of Anne Marie Potter’s The Binturong Blues it catches your attention and quickly sets up a deliriously madcap work of derring do....

The Biturong Blues by Anne Marie Potter “I think the bintarong ate my condom.” That’s a showstopper of an opening sentence, and although it is not literally the opener of Anne Marie Potter’s The Bi…

05/09/2026

WEEK 600!!! – Advice, Lessons And Will You Count??

Since this is a bit of a milestone, six hundred weeks is something to behold, I’m going to start off in a good mood, I can’t promise that I’ll stay that way as life trudges on and I’ve found that it goes out it’s way to annoy me. I can sit here, being happy and I can guarantee that a phone-call, a thought or an email will make me want to kill someone....

Since this is a bit of a milestone, six hundred weeks is something to behold, I’m going to start off in a good mood, I can’t promise that I’ll stay that way as life trudges on and I’ve found that i…

04/09/2026

A Certain Type of Shopper by Christopher Ananias

In hindsight, I wondered if Marge was telepathically receiving my violent fantasies. Was this my fault? I remember trying to turn a light bulb on with my thoughts when I was a kid—not even a flicker. But that doesn’t mean telekinesis or ESP don’t exist....

In hindsight, I wondered if Marge was telepathically receiving my violent fantasies. Was this my fault? I remember trying to turn a light bulb on with my thoughts when I was a kid—not even a flicke…

03/09/2026

Bradley Hand & Lucida Grande by Michael Smith

Bradley Hand All the digits on one’s hand are named. The thumb has a name clearly indicating it differs from a finger. The index finger suggests its business-like use. The little finger’s name is descriptive and straightforward. The ring finger is the digit traditionally used for the wearing of matrimonial jewelry. The middle finger, however, has an unimaginative name, derived from its central position on the hand....

Bradley Hand All the digits on one’s hand are named. The thumb has a name clearly indicating it differs from a finger. The index finger suggests its business-like use. The little finger’s name is d…

02/09/2026

Reconciled to Eternity by P.R. Woods

“Where are you a bishop then?” she asked, eyes darting around his drawing room, drinking in the fur and velvet, taffeta and silk. “I’m tempted to say Bath and Wells,” he chuckled, perched earnestly on the armchair. His guest had slipped off her shoes and, cat-like, tucked her feet comfortably away....

“Where are you a bishop then?” she asked, eyes darting around his drawing room, drinking in the fur and velvet, taffeta and silk. “I’m tempted to say Bath and Wells,” he chuckled, perched earnestly…

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