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Issue 45, Table of Contents
Fiction
Ice Rider by Tiah Beautement The train whisks its cargo through the ice tunnels... Ignacia, back pressed against the sides of the car, ignores the other [children] as she focuses on the vibrations. It is a habit that has outlasted the varnish of hope.
Wings at Midnight, Wings at Dawn by Deborah L. Davitt Aderyn swept on snowy wings across a moonless sky, where aquamarine fire hung in folds like finest silk. Below her, black trees limned in snow rose up from white ground like twisted hands...
Dirty Work by Dan Micklethwaite Backstabber Creen...lifted his spyglass to look at the shack, the tree like a tumbledown gallows beside it. He heard the faint moans of pain from within; caught a faint whiff of the godsforsworn stench. If he wanted the other half of his payment, enough to retire on, he'd have go up there and finish the job.
Gentleman's Agreement by Tom Olbert The entire sand ship trembled on its massive treads as the sand crawler’s forward limbs, like the gigantic legs of some nightmarish arachnid, crushed the upper framework... Men plummeted to their deaths from the radar mounts and gun turrets...
Gone Dark by J. Brenton Parker It was the distant sound of another cave-in that woke Cal from his fitful sleep.
A Christmas Tail or Mr. Dickens' Last Christmas by J. S. Watts ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house it was pretty quiet. Very few things were stirring, especially not small rodents worth their cheese who wanted to live to see Christmas Day. The reason for the subdued hush amongst the meagre mouse population was...Mr. Dickens, the household cat
Flash Fiction
Charles Edward Tuckett's Yuletide Message by Robert Bagnall It was the second glass of wine that was making Charles Edward Tuckett reminisce. In his twilight years at the corporation he’d felt quite proud to be one of the silver surfers who had, against type, taken to the new technology.
Sunset Like a Dying Fire by R. K. Duncan Fallen leaves leapt and danced and fell in rustling spirals of slow fire all around him. Thomas walked quickly, the cold wind tugging him this way and that. There was no one else on the streets at this twilight hour.
Hellava Journey by Christina Sng Hella runs through the snow, her spindly legs gaining traction with every step.
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