by Ron Scheer The town library at Prairie Creek fit into three old crates kept in a storage room where the school teacher lived. Virgil Case, the current teacher, used the books–or what was left of them–to teach reading. His young scholars cut their teeth on the likes of John Grisham, Louis L’Amour, and Reader’s
Day: December 5, 2011
The City is Landing by Kristine Ong Muslim after Jacek Yerka’s “The city is landing” (first appeared in Linger Fiction #1, January 2011) We do not travel in spacecrafts. We arrive in hordes on the back of a dead planet. We carve out the whole city, whole villages and their inhabitants, then send them to
Time and space are dead and gone. Time slept through the lunch hour, and upon realizing the mistake, skipped out on the entire population of Planet Earth. I don’t know if it holds true for the entire universe, but it damn well might. We now float in a zero gravity soup of bodies of all
by Thomas Pluck When you make a pact with Satan, it doesn’t come with a protection plan like at the electronics store. It’s all like at the used car lot, as-is, and if the shit breaks down and throws a rod before you leave the lot then you are screwed, man: Satan’s sitting on the