Not All Rot Is Ruin – E.A. Petricone
It started when Leda lifted her head from her pillow and a dead fly tumbled onto her pillowcase.
Beautifully written fantasy
All We Ever Look For – Cécile Cristofari
When I opened the window this morning, three parrots were perched in a tree hanging over a deserted beach of pure white sand that stretched towards a dazzling horizon.
Tower of Mud and Straw IV: The Tower – Yaroslav Barsukov
How many steps can a person take until the course of events becomes irreversible—fifty?
The Three Thousand – Elise Kim
The walls of the city shuddered under cannon fire and smoldered with flames.
Tower of Mud and Straw III: The Tulips – Yaroslav Barsukov
In silence, as though overcome with modesty, the doctor hid his instruments and rolled them into a piece of black velvet.