Reggie by Jason Dextradeur. My parents are Fallen Angels.
Take a moment to let that sink in. That’s right; my parents chose to fight against God and were cast out of heaven along with Lucifer and all the others. I’ve known
The Composer By Grant Grogan. A heart-shaped vise tightened in Heather’s chest as she walked the overgrown stone pathway. It was not so long ago that she was sneaking down this same path under a starlit sky, shoes in hand,
Corentin the Divine by Eric M. Bosarge. From an interview with Corentin (the Divine) Alamundy. Augury Magazine, September 2012.
Corentin has fierce green eyes and a hardy handshake. We sit on the edge of the Thames River in his favorite
The Call Of The Golden Gate by Daniel Powell. I am an old man. In that way I suppose I do represent a miracle. Most who survive the jump die within five years–not from suicide, but from complications of their
Paint It Black by John McIlveen. A Horror Short Story. Eight feet wide and six feet tall, the painting was nearly as large as a garage door. A painstaking endeavor, more than four years in the making, she worked