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1. There was a shop in old Haifa that specialised in Treif artefacts, so that was where Mili went first. Haifa sprawled along the side of Mount Carmel. Successive waves...
Schlafstunde
1. There was a shop in old Haifa that specialised in Treif artefacts, so that was where Mili went first. Haifa sprawled along the side of Mount Carmel. Successive waves...
I don’t remember what came before the long night, except as dusty words on a rotting page. Memory has a way of fading, falling to the immediate concerns of life....
As the Sun Dies
I don’t remember what came before the long night, except as dusty words on a rotting page. Memory has a way of fading, falling to the immediate concerns of life....
The colour is full of shade and smells like crusts of fruit. Crushed guavas, warm wet clay—that’s the sweetness and mushiness about the forest. A tepidness too. And then there’s...
Simbiyu and the Nameless
The colour is full of shade and smells like crusts of fruit. Crushed guavas, warm wet clay—that’s the sweetness and mushiness about the forest. A tepidness too. And then there’s...
"In The Monster's Mouth" by Tim Waggoner — published inApex Magazine,issue 131, May 2022. Read it here: https://apex-magazine.com/short-fiction/in-the-monsters-mouth/ Tim Waggoner has published over forty novels and five collections of short stories....
Episode 90: In the Monster's Mouth
"In The Monster's Mouth" by Tim Waggoner — published inApex Magazine,issue 131, May 2022. Read it here: https://apex-magazine.com/short-fiction/in-the-monsters-mouth/ Tim Waggoner has published over forty novels and five collections of short stories....
The tip of the needle turned black in the flame from Peter’s lighter. When my fingertips seared, I pulled the needle out and wiped it on my sheet, leaving a...
Shevitsa
The tip of the needle turned black in the flame from Peter’s lighter. When my fingertips seared, I pulled the needle out and wiped it on my sheet, leaving a...
Black water, black sky, strong wind. A small wooden boat, no oars. Faith’s hands grip the gunwales for support as the craft rises and falls with the turbulent waves. She...
In the Monster's Mouth
Black water, black sky, strong wind. A small wooden boat, no oars. Faith’s hands grip the gunwales for support as the craft rises and falls with the turbulent waves. She...
From north to south, the border runs some 660 miles, and it’s 400, give or take, west to east, which means we live in 264,000 square miles. That sounds like...
Americana!
From north to south, the border runs some 660 miles, and it’s 400, give or take, west to east, which means we live in 264,000 square miles. That sounds like...