Circular 3/27/20

From Caliath, (Droplet) Jupiter, The Loneliest Planet by Joao-Maria. "I see now a Europe leeched dry of its fortitude." From Forward Base B, Trolly Problems on the Island of Sodor by Giovanni Dannato. "Well, I tried to revive Percy and Henry and the rest, but no one in Sodor makes the parts for them anymore.… Continue reading Circular 3/27/20

Circular 2/15/20

PROSE From Fictive Dream: Pickers by D.S. Levy. A garage sale brings back old memories for a woman unusually devoid of sentimentality. Right, Colleen thought, just like the cow would match the purple moon hanging over their house. § From Jokes Review: ...In Space! A new issue of the satirical magazine. Will there be milk… Continue reading Circular 2/15/20

Circular 2/8/20

PROSE From Concentric Magazine: Infinity by David Landrum. Though the story could use another proofreading, the narrative—concerning two young lovers who endeavour to navigate their families' divergent faiths—is thoroughly arresting. The meal would be an examination. Like in school, I was being graded. (Landrum, Infinity) § From Fictive Dream: To The Maxx by Thaddeus Rutkowski.… Continue reading Circular 2/8/20

Archivum Arcanum

By Dan Klefstad (Being a Glimpse into the History of Mors Strigae, the Death-Dealing Order of the Roman Catholic Church, Presented in the Epistolary Style) Diary of Cardinal Massimo de Luca   Dec. 21, 2021 The Vatican Such a strange occurrence on this first day of Winter, one perhaps more in keeping with the Solstice… Continue reading Archivum Arcanum

Cale Canis

When Frederick Francis Cale was a babe, he observed his father's dog barking at a cat which had stepped across the street and swiftly dropped to his hands and knees and keened at the top of his lungs, to the surprise and amusement of his parents and the grand terror of the tabby, which, wide-eyed,… Continue reading Cale Canis

The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

Continued from §.15   When Sprill realized his tenants were either sleeping, hiding, or vacant, he gave a soft grunt of irritation, produced a keyring and turned the lock. Adair followed the landlord and moved through the small, sparse room to the window and peered out into the cluttered lane below, spying only a grim,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

Old Man Centipede

Old Man Centipede was a quiet sort, given to reverie within the multi-chambered dampness of The Hollow Mount, a path up from which afforded him clear observation of the hatchlings, hunting spiders in The Wasteland beyond the great burrow of the old log which had served as his home for six years. He'd heard rumblings… Continue reading Old Man Centipede