Category: Fiction
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Harmony Project, Ep. 4: A Chance Encounter
Inside the crowded café, Mauricio peered around for a vacant table. With any luck, he could get through his emails and the morning news before his check-in meeting with Charlie. When he sat down, he scanned his text messages. A smile curled his lips as he read a text message from Isabel. “Dad, I […]
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Harmony Project, Ep. 3: Rock and a Hard Place
The gray sky threatened early evening showers, a welcome relief from the unusual heat wave that had rolled in days ago. Sitting in his living room, Mauricio stared at the houses across the street. Their narrow little neighborhood street in the Chiswick area of suburban London still felt claustrophobic to him. He missed the wide […]
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Harmony Project, Ep. 2: A Morning Meeting
Fear washed over Mauricio as he pushed the button for the third floor. He’d avoided the news headlines this morning, knowing he’d get a full rehash from Charlie anyway. But part of him wondered if it was even worse than last week’s news…it had to be if Charlie was insisting on an early morning meeting. […]
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Harmony Project, Ep. 1: A Recurring Dream
Lingering at the doorway, Mauricio watched the woman lean forward to retrieve an apple that had fallen from her basket. Dark hair curtained her face, prompting her to put the basket on the grass and tie her hair into a ponytail. She grabbed the apple, tilted her head to examine it, and placed it in […]
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Home Sweet Home, an excerpt from Landrien Moriset
On a snowy evening in January, Landrien Moriset stood in the doorway and stared down at the dead woman lying against the wall. The woman peered out through wide, unblinking eyes. Her wrinkled hands lay palms up against the hardwood floor. Her head was wrapped in a red night scarf and resting against the wall. […]
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The Guard of Mending Keep – An Excerpt from Jesse Teller’s Song
The serving boy’s face was stained green with disgust and horror. He looked about to be sick, about to flee, about to weep. Rayph saw the trembling lip and the panic in the eyes, and he knew what the boy was carrying. It was small, maybe a little over a foot wide, spherical, and covered […]
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Festival of the Pale – An Excerpt from Jesse Teller’s Mestlven
The Pale, the goddess of death, fixed her rotting eyes squarely on the city of Mestlven where grew a darkness, patient and terrible. Her murder lifted from the battlefields of Corlene to swoop and brood on Mestlven’s roofs and scream at her citizens. Enormous crows, two feet tall with four-foot wingspans, terrorized the city and […]
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The Monkey on Her Back by Lily Iona MacKenzie
It crept up on her, starting just before her 62nd birthday: something wasn’t quite right with her body. Her stomach felt gassy at times, bloated and unsettled. No pain. An old malady for her, periodically she had attacks of gas and spasms, but she assumed it was irritable bowel syndrome. Still, Laura’s new doctor wanted […]
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