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Short Fiction

The Maestro

P. L. Watts

If he's being honest, he wishes he was at home with a Bourbon and a good book. He's never been one for pageantry. But the party is to honor him. The other retiring faculty members too, of course. But... [+]

Short Fiction

She Don't Fade

Die Booth

There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds... [+]

Short Fiction

Eggs

Andrew Stancek

Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa... [+]