Their chronometers had stopped, but they knew they had been walking for hours. Down white corridors, black corridors, gray corridors, some lined with doors and some without. Some of the doors opened onto a wall, others onto a darkness into which you could walk and stand, but which apparently went nowhere. As they walked, there…
As soon as he was in he knew it was a lemon. She had $28.44 in her current account and $143.16 in savings. A quick scan of transactions showed a prodigious book-buying habit - online, he noticed - and the social habits of a middle-twenties, middle-income, middle-everything woman. He was about to hoover her savings…
Happy Birthday Jamie! Otto’s boy brought the bread up from the kitchen to the Great Hall, where the Landgraf sat between his guests, two sulking theologians. They had been his guests for three days and had failed to agree on anything except that the Landgraf’s baker, Otto Kornemann, produced the best bread they had ever…
We left Islay on a temperate tide and took a day sailing over to Scoor on Mull. John Carrach wanted to be seen in majesty, so he had taken ten men and the birlinn Capall Mear, which had brought me to the Isles. John sat in the prow and explained that a Mackinnon boy, whose…
They dropped Nils at Farmor's house and drove away still waving from the window. Nils held Farmor's hand in his mittened one. 'Daddy's getting a prize,' he said. 'For making us all safer. His drones stopped a policeman from getting hurt, so the king's giving him a medal.' Farmor made a hem sound. 'Come inside and…
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Gatesy's Lunch by Scott Hoffman Gatesy sways in his overcoat. When he found it he could hardly do the remaining buttons up. But he has “lost weight,” as he puts it. I call it starving. “C’mon,” I implore, “You have to eat.” Now if you want to eat you have to show faith. We pray,…
The bomb fell on the Old Eagle after Reg had rung last orders, so no one was killed. Even the pub dog, Clement, had made it to the shelter in Clapham South. Twenty six drinkers, their wives, children, and the pets who had survived the cull order huddled well into the grey dawn, wondering why…
They loosed the boat and rowed silently across Last Pitch as the sun rose. Smoke from the ruined camera drifted above the pinnacles of Rhamnous College. To avoid signals to the Examinations House – even though there was no Lanterner to send them any more – they tied up further down and climbed up the…
He had been disappointed by Mecca. For four generations his fathers had prayed in the shed-mosque at Bourke to be hajis. Now here he was in a pilgrim’s hostel with room service, longing for the communion he had never been without through all the star-clear desert-scented nights at Wongulla. He cast his mind around the…
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"The Pact" In this post, we have two special treats: paintings by Anne Bachelier, and a microfiction piece by the lovely and supremely talen...
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Sometimes, even when we are enjoying the moment, it is hard to stay present and not imagine what the future, even to make plans for ambiguous happenings that may or may not occur. In this microfiction, Jack the puppy storyteller and philosopher, enjoys the simple act of watching the trees shed their leaves.
When I describe my novella Northwood to others, I always call it experimental — mostly in order to manage their expectations. I initially conceived of Northwood as a book of poems, and though it settled into being a short novel, it still contains elements of poetry and linked microfiction. I tell people it’s “experimental” so they won’t […]
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