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INDEPENDENT AUTHORS
First up, Andrea Nicosia published a untitled short story concerning a dream.
A dire battle, and I was fighting. — A. Nicosia
Jason Simon published, On Returning, a fever dream rumination on social isolation and personal transformation.
-my heart no longer felt affection for these alien people and their barbaric rituals, their trivial matters of fleeting importance or their malevolent, false gods. — On Returning
Noah J. Wayne published the long-form short story, Convict. A story of one woman struggling within a partially automated prison. Highly recommended.
“Five minutes have been added to your sentence due to disobedience,” the guard said. — Convict
Sara Codair published Are We Like The Phoenix? A steampunk flash-fiction concerning volcanoes and time-travel. Whilst the plot and characters were interesting, it suffered from the perennial problem which afflicts nearly all flash fiction: being too short.
Even over the rhythmic growl of the ships engine, Lisbeth heard thousands of micro gears churning away. Of all the arcane devices she possessed, this one was the most powerful. — Are We Like The Phoenix
Stumbled across Vic Smith‘s 2018 short story, Caged, a gritty crime thriller.
He’d got Frank out of Dartmoor, and had to stand guard over him in this dingy flat and wait for orders.
They hadn’t come. Whatever the plan had been, it had failed. — Caged
INDEPENDENT PUBLISHERS
From Cheap Pop, Sanctus Spiritus, 1512 by Sarah Arantza Amador.
The camp cried and prayed, and she sat in her cage, focused on the smell of sea brine and the cook’s meaty neck. — Sanctus Spiritus, 1512
Also from Cheap Pop, Still Life With Prairie, 1860, by Natalie Teal McCallister.
Little girls be brave, brave as your mother. Little boys be meant for the earth, let your blood water the prairie and come alive again in the red of sunset. — Still Life With Prairie
From Coin Man Stories, Puzzles, Part 1, by José Alves de Castro.
– And now, for 200 points: Find the difference!
The audience stared excitedly as the contestants probed into the two universes looking for anything that might be different, each of the contenders searching differently for the tiniest changes. — Puzzles, Part 1
From Flash Fiction Magazine, Dead by Joe Cappello.
Martin Aurely was dead inside. It wasn’t physical, but a persistent feeling that there was no feeling. Where there is no feeling, there can be no life. — Dead
From Hagstone Publishing, Let Me In by Michelle Simpkins.
She can deal with the fingertips scuttling over the glass window of her front door. She can pretend they are tree branches scraping the house. She doesn’t mind the muddy footprints on the porch. If she doesn’t look too closely in the morning, she can tell herself an animal visited during the night.
It’s the voice that sends her diving under the blankets with crawling skin and clenched teeth. — Let Me In
From Jokes Review, Tropicana On Steroids by Sean Trolinder.
“You don’t drink juice from a needle.” — Tropicana On Steroids
From New York Tyrant Magazine, I Called Shotgun When You Died by Christopher Kennedy.
I come to understand eventually: There is no sun. There are no stars. The coast is never clear. — I Called…
From Reflex Press, Night Swimming by Susan Carol.
She could not swim but we still swim for her. Search the ocean for her and find her only at night. — Night Swimming
From Spelk Fiction, Roachburn, 1908 by Neil Campbell.
In the village of Roachburn, all blinds are drawn. The pregnant woman cries night and day. Another woman cries. A mother and an aunt cry too, behind walls buffeted by winds across the moorland. — Roachburn, 1908
From Terror House, Moments, Part 1 by Chika Echebiri.
I feel my shoulders slump as I begin to weep softly, thinking that Richard could be lying helplessly somewhere, seriously wounded or even dead. — Moments, Part 1
From X-R-A-Y, Blood! by Oliver Zarandi.
I remember, he says. Your life is one filled with tragedies. I may order another soup. — Blood!
LITERARY EPHEMERA
From Ghost City Press, Bird Bereavement by Alisa Velaj.
Morning was slow to come,
with a lonely canary in the other cage,
now facing the empty one in front.
Oh, how long we waited for our canary to sing!
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Thanks for including me and my little story on this list!
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You’re most welcome, Ms. Codair. Was a delightful read. I do hope there is a Part II.
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