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Chains to the Past (the spirit of morning)

By Ron Koppelberger (The Angel) The angel was a brilliant beacon of love and light shining down on the man and woman from above, ethereal and beautiful before god and heaven. The veil had become a gauzy rent in a place near the couple and so abbadon had taken advantage. He had put on an [...]

29Aug2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Bed Bugs

By Matthew Miller Death came eventually for each creature in the collection. Deprived of food and oxygen, they moved slowly until they stopped altogether–some frozen in mute agony, others curled into tight balls as they held onto their last breath. The bark scorpion, acquired from outside Phoenix, thrashed madly inside the glass prison using all [...]

16Aug2010 | Editor | 1 comment | Continued

The Shade Poems: White

By Rachel Johnson It was breezy and cool. The blue cashmere sweater was a good choice. I didn’t mind walking through the park, it was faster. White street lamps twitched as I passed. Each one popping on as the sun disappeared. The park was so empty today, no couples sharing kisses or joggers on the [...]

27Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

The Shade Poems: Green

By Rachel Johnson It was her eyes. The sharp green picked her for me. Her high ponytail swung as she walked. And her eyes, those green eyes, watched the darkness. But she would never find me. Black hid me in the night, Unlike her blue sweater that glowed in the lights. The last victim blended [...]

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The Shade Poems: Blue

By Rachel Johnson Something smelled like old meat that had been sitting out for too long. Somewhere iron rich blood was collecting flies. They would buzz into the pool and feast on microscopic bits of flesh. Gorging themselves on someone’s death. The familiar smell I had grown to rely on. Dumpsters didn’t hold many prizes. [...]

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The Underground

by Bruce Memblatt They boarded the steel subway cars like they did every morning, praying for a seat, hoping there weren’t many delays. Greg had just finished his first cup of coffee. He’d rushed out of his empty apartment after another sleepless night. She’d never be back, he supposed. That report had to be on [...]

9Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

The Battle That Ended the Century

By Howard Phillips Lovecraft On the eve of the year 2001 a vast crowd of interested spectators were present amidst the romantic ruins of Cohen’s Garage, on the former site of New York, to witness a fistic encounter between two renowned champions of the strange-story firmament—Two-Gun Bob[1], the Terror of the Plains, and Knockout Bernie[2], [...]

3Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Twilight Court

By Ron Koppelberger His confidence was a certain annoyance to the pool of spectators. Straying a glance at the prosecuting attorney, he offered a grin and an innocent expression of bewilderment. She returned his look with cool confessional disregard. He imagined the sweet passions of sleepy innocent indulgence and fresh air rather than the odor [...]

3Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Believers in Savannahs of Grass

By Ron Koppelberger The landscape was an eternal vision of hungry grass, all encompassing in it’s wide vista; The cry of a dozen dreamers and believers in emerald waves of fervor blessed the virgin skies and the bond of grass, unique in fray and fringed horizons, in the singsong grasp of affection and tender embrace, [...]

2Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

A Deep Love

By Ron Koppelberger “I’m alive with you baby,” Straw Berkley whispered into her ear, “ Alive and born again with you my love.” She grinned in an askew sort of manner and shifted on the leather sofa. A sticky squishing sound from beneath her shifting figure broke the moment, like Velcro peeling away from Velcro [...]

1Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

A Bottle for Sandra

By Bruce Memblatt “I sold you the bottles, please I tell you one thing keep these ghosts apart. Do not even leave the bottles in the same room.”The old woman said, with haunting eyes, eyes that reminded Aaron of something eternal, something hidden away. He purchased the pair of bottles from the old woman at [...]

30Mar2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Notes on Writing Weird Fiction

By H.P. Lovecraft My reason for writing stories is to give myself the satisfaction of visualising more clearly and detailedly and stably the vague, elusive, fragmentary impressions of wonder, beauty, and adventurous expectancy which are conveyed to me by certain sights (scenic, architectural, atmospheric, etc.), ideas, occurrences, and images encountered in art and literature. I [...]

26Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

The Swaying Cattail

By Ron Koppelberger In the spirit of shadow, of gentle twilight passions and desires in velveteen darkness, he studied the cattail down, in perfect pose, still by the source of wonder. He knelt on bended knees amongst the castaway leaves of fall, near the ponds edge. A great grin of possession, the cattail was his, [...]

25Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Longfaces Reward

By Ron Koppelberger He held the cerulean sphere in cupped hands. His reflection wavered in the blue effervescence like a beseeching prisoner, a captured image of long faced desire, the desire for secrets and equal measures of beauty. His face elongated and drooped in long allay, his chin was a full foot beneath his pursed [...]

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The Death of One Life

By Phil Nova Sixty seven year old billionaire Howard Goldsmith was the center of attention at the congressional investigative hearing on illegal toxic waste dumping. Howard adjusted his five hundred dollar tie, cleared his throat, and said, “Could you repeat the question please, Mr. Chairman?” A puny man with a huge mustache, Chairman Brewster, glared [...]

17Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued
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