–Advertisement– As I sit in the back of the plane waiting for the rest of the passengers to board, I’m distracted. My mind reviews everything I left at the office. I make notes of who I need to call and things I need to check on, tasks left unfinished…I shake myself. “You aren’t supposed the… Continue Reading Lust, Actually (NSFW)
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Guidelines For Short Fiction
–Advertisement– Are you an aspiring writer? Do you have angst to work out so that you may once again sleep soundly at night? Great! Put down that bottle of whiskey and pay attention, because we have a few rules when it comes to submissions. We like stories that are coherent. The more coherent your story… Continue Reading Guidelines For Short Fiction
Hell Followed After
(a late entry in our Halloween horror fiction series, Sean Murphy has this heart stopping tale of outlaws and zombies) Lightening streaked across the darkened sky above the solemn group of hard-faced men. Morris, standing at the head of the grave, read passages from his worn black bible. The Zachary brothers, dressed in long… Continue Reading Hell Followed After
The Green Lady
They say every tenth year she will appear Here in the vale she courts with terror and fear Evening Light – she arrives at evening light Greenest emerald eyes a man will ever see Raspy voice yet light like wind through leaves Evening Light – she arrives at evening light Evening Light – she arrives… Continue Reading The Green Lady
My Dinner With Cleverbot
Cleverbot is a state of the art project in artificial intelligence. It is designed to score well on the Turing Test- a double blind experiment where humans interact with both a machine and a human and try to guess which is which. I decided to have a chat with Cleverbot this morning. The result reads… Continue Reading My Dinner With Cleverbot
FICTION: Daniel Page- “Without A Song”
Flint’s wife sat on the porch and peeled potatoes. The movement of the small knife across the rough, dirt-flecked surface of the potatoes had a practiced rhythm, one that she’d perfected after years of work. Scrape, scrape, turn the potato, scrape, scrape, into the bowl. Her hands always got sticky as she went, the same… Continue Reading FICTION: Daniel Page- “Without A Song”
