fiction

  • EASTSIDE GENERAL HOSPITAL, PATIENTS, THE RESTLESS AND THE NOT-SO PATIENT (Marvel Chukwudi Pephel)

    The policeman turns to look at him well. “My friend, we are looking for your kidney and not your money. You didn’t give the man your money. What you gave him is your kidney, and that’s what we need to find. It’s when we find it we can begin to talk about your money. Pray…

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  • Breaking News: Giveaway Extended!

    Speculative Fiction author Josiah Akhtab is offering 30 free copies of his upcoming novel, Sons of Wrath, releasing on July 6, 2026. To enter, participants must purchase and review Ascension: The Jake Matthews Saga Book I and send proof via DM on Instagram. The giveaway ends June 30, with winners announced the same day.

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  • Forgotten Relics (Bailey Flaherty)

    She found Teller Vanidicus’ eyes once more, and now—now—she understood. He knew about that green, green world, and his mind drifted there. Judith lost herself the same. “That’s what we could have?” She felt the heat of tears falling between her parted lips. “Why would we… How could we destroy it?” 

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  • One Flew Over the Pigeon’s Nest (Marvel Chukwudi Pephel)

    With evening fast approaching, I combed everywhere for signs of a cave. Or just the sight of a man. What I’d do with him would be marvellous. God knows. So that was it. I continued until I came to a brook. And there sat a man. His hairs and eyebrows were gray, even though he…

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  • Two Dollar Dogs (Dan Eady)

    Her heart thumped sporadically against the now softened cage of ribs inside her. Droplets of overly salty sweat rained down from her hairline, she reached up for her hair with clumsy fingers and greasy clumps fell away, some sticking to what her hands had become.

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  • Ascend (Nicholas Kellogg)

    I leaned in and pressed my lips against his own. They were soft. He kissed back. I know he did. I swear, he kissed me back. And for a few seconds there was only Maverick and Reston—hiding in a bush during recess and locking lips in a safe space. 

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  • Mutiny (Chris Barker)

    Mutiny (Chris Barker)

    The house across the street wasn’t there anymore; there was a jagged hole, like a tooth had been ripped out. An old man, wearing shorts and not much else, had limped past her, bleeding at the head; the bright red of his blood was the only colour Maria remembered under all the dust. 

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