Magic

By Cheryl L. Caesar   When I was seven my dolls still talked and moved, even the unfortunate one I’d molded out of clay, who looked like Alice the Goon. Having no armature, she couldn’t stand. She sat splay-legged, as though in an eternal game of jacks. When I was seven, the April issue of Jack …

Eyeball Abacus

By James D. Casey IV writing on the mad notes all across the  bottle . . .   made of crystal ball chains and algebra . . .   skipping beats on a dead rain cloud . . .   counted on an eyeball abacus . . .   when a god speaks I will …

Capture the Flame

By Carrie Connel-Gripp   The blue-white charge of magic coursed through the rope woven with silver and gold threads and the hair of the king’s four daughters. Geradonis paced on the west side of the pyre. As the Harvest Moon rose from behind the hills in front of him, the great orb of the sun descended …

Hateful Letters

By John Page The car moved along the streets with a screech. It is a small but sleek car. An inquisitional car is swift and can get anywhere swiftly. However today is not a day for going fast. The Imperial Corridor is as bad as always and Depaget had gotten impatience. He turned off the …

Holiday Contest Winner- Fiction: We Better Get Back Before Dark

By David Ritterskamp “We better get back before dark, Pad.” Kittle’s voice was the only sound either of them had heard all through the quiet, cold day other than the background noise of snow falling, and their feet scrrching through it. Neither of them wanted to say it, but they knew they were in for …

“The Kneeling Saint”

By John Page The Basilica of St. George the Hammer was the largest church in the city of Mulun. It was set on the Glimmor Hill. It was built in the Grim Nova Nouch style. The twenty story structure was covered in skulls, showing scenes of conflict: Heaven and Hell. Everything was done in a …

Purple Haze

By Jessica Ricks See more at http://instagram.com/_lifeisaworkofart_  and https://lifeisaworkofarrt.wordpress.com

The Sacrifice

By Thomas Page You find yourself locked in a dungeon with no idea how you got there. Covered with gossamer and dried stains (blood?) you look up at the door with light spilling out and think that whoever put you in here must want that door closed tight. You try to stand but find a …

The Man at the Door

By John Page William walked down the hallway. The hallway was made of stone and well furnished. General James O'Mal was a wealthy man and maintained his ancestral home as per his duty. William had served with the General in the campaigns along the savage frontier. After the trolls had been pacified the then sergeant …

Haley Art #5

By Haley Emmons  See more of Haley's work at @jirachi_haley or email her at jirachi_haley@verizon.net