The Dead of Venice (1914)

By Dan Klefstad She promised to do it quickly. I promised to stay out of sight. All bodies float, which is why I brought two anchors – one for me, one for her victim. All she need do is throw us in, then the chains, followed by the weights. This far out the lagoon is forty feet deep, maybe fifty. From down there our lifeless ears… Continue reading The Dead of Venice (1914)

Fiction Circular 7/4/19

THE LOGOS FICTION CIRCULAR is a weekly series which collects independent fiction from around the web so as to treat their works to a wider audience. Recommendations for new author/publisher inclusions are welcome. §00. Editor’s note: Links affixed to author/publisher’s name (if any) will redirect to author/publisher social media; links affixed to story/article titles will redirect… Continue reading Fiction Circular 7/4/19

Dactyl’s Lullaby

You'll see him at night, when the moon shines its beam Tall, gaunt, inviting, his face so serene Oh, he'll whisper so sweetly, kindly words shall inspire The fickle, black beating of hearts grim desire No eyes to his face, all the better to see The wretched behavings of those such as thee Burnoose's fell… Continue reading Dactyl’s Lullaby