Speculative Fiction and Poetry
“If your star charts read poorly, no wind is generous.” Captain Noem Pymecanth “Hurry, Taja. You don’t want to be left behind, do you?” Ranseur glanced back with a smile and flicked her raven hair. The lady laughed at something Captain Pymecanth said and…
Taja cooed at the aquine as it bobbed and floated, seeming content in her hand. She followed Ranseur up to the woman’s mansion. The afternoon sun dipped, the sky’s burnt orange hue casting a backdrop of light about the steepled manor. “Uh-queen?” Taja turned…
“One must willingly wash away self-defined illusions to truly discover who you really are.” -The Scrolls of V’lique, the Ancient Philosopher Taja waded knee-deep into the warm waters of the ocean, then stopped and glanced back to the shore, only to find Ranseur walking…
“The past never is truly passed.” -The Lady, Tarot Ranseur “Awake my darling.” Ranseur’s pleasant but unwelcomed voice washed through Taja’s sleepy ears. “There is much to be done today.” “Wha-what?” Taja rubbed her eyes and stirred in her bed. She had never been,…
Detective Joe Avery Hits the Beach Charles Cole For some, every day is a perfect day to go to the shore, even when it’s not. I myself am not much of a sun worshipper: I burn easily. And I’m always profiling the masses for…
A Wishmaster’s Wish Charle’s Cole The shirtless genie ducked his head as he entered my office. For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to fit; he was large like a troll. He practically folded himself in half to fit on my sofa. When…
At the Pool Fred Nolan Julian does not care for the men’s natatorium at Camden. Yet he paid for a membership and he is going to use it. He dislikes how boys chuckle about his swimwear, which runs from ankle to throat. The water…
The Three Islands (part 1) Sme Far out in an ocean, vast and bleak, there were three islands. The first was called Dorai. It’s people seemed primitive at first glance, choosing to live in caves and subsisting on fish caught from the reefs on…
Earth Tours: Submerged J.H. Malone I work for EarthTours, but not as a travel agent. I’m a host, guide, and fixer for our clandestine guests from the stars. Potential tourists contact EarthTours via our deep-web .onion site. We prepare these alien visitors highest-quality counterfeit…
A Siren for the Modern Times Armand J. Azamar Hearing her song again Appears near hopeless. After the shipwreck, Her voice, I still struggle to defend. My hospital bed A depression I discovered for myself. The longing only spreads; wider and deeper. A deep…
You Always Said You Could Swim Like a FishJohn C. Mannone You, in that black cocktail dress,red heels stiletto-ing floor. Legs,sinuous in the ballroom. We embrace, my hands on the arch of your back. Outside, salt water sings. Beckons.Caribbean air mists its magic over…