by Nicholas Paschall I open my eyes slowly, ignoring the muck that has half submerged my body in the sinking
by Rie Sheridan Rose The night before the sky fell, Rebecca pleaded with Malachi not to leave the house. He
I’ll have to admit, it was harder getting appropriate submissions for the Sulfurings anthology than I anticipated. There could be
In the death-hour of the morn, a wind bringing gray awareness swept through the scrub oak forest of Anastasia Island.
The word. That’s all it took: one simple command and humanity, its landfills, the dinosaur bones, the platypus, and what
Gralius tugged at the tip of his pointy head, waiting for the decision. It had only been a few seconds
Jerry Hardwick screeched his wheel pig to a halt. He tumbled onto the driveway and stabbed the intercom’s button. He