Short Fiction

The Capital

Michael Hingston

He had a diploma. He had ideas. He had time on his hands. He started a blog.
He had the knack. He followed the conversations. He enjoyed the process. He wrote strong entries with weak... [+]


Short Fiction

The Hate Sponge

Paul Blinov

It was a slow, massive roar. A dense wall-of-sound that couldn’t possibly be made by one person, no matter how many microphones were hooked up to how many speakers. A scratchy, grainy blend of... [+]