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
Running With The Dead By Larry Hodges. Ben closed his eyes as he jogged on the bike path through the forest, enjoying the cool misty early-morning breeze on his dead flesh. He could feel his dried-up heart loosely bouncing up
Floaters by David Levine. It started on a sunny spring day. One of those days, rare in the Pacific Northwest, when there isn’t a cloud in the sky — a beautiful pale cerulean blue from horizon to horizon, with not