Samples of short fiction from previous issues.
 

A. W. DeAnnuntis	At the Bookstore, For Example (#27) You have reached the point in this story where anticipation of the phrase for example is all but a reflex. Undoubtedly this is the result of the accumulation of years of reading stories in which extraordinary events and remarkable scenes are presented with the inevitability of Christmas. Yours is, after all, a mind acutely trained to detect the subtlest clue, the most sophisticated hint, of exposition.
B. D. Love	Black Snake (#26) This one soldier - Russell was his name - didn't frighten so easily. He was a Louisiana boy, raised up in bayou country. He knew all there was to know about the creatures of the night. Or at least he thought he did, until that one lamentable night he came across the snake sisters.
Tamara Jane	Drive (#23) At first, it was easy to think of you as dead. The violence made it less remote. At first, it was a thing, your dying, a possession. When Aunt Lime told me I didn’t even cry. Instead, I decided to go to Peru, hike high up in the Andes and breathe the same air you chose to be your last. I dragged my backpack out of the closet and loaded it for the journey. If I had left right then, I would have made it.
Jim Sullivan	I Am a Fugitive from a Ball-Point Pen Factory(#22) As I walked the salesman to the door, he stopped, leaned close to me, cupped his hand to my ear, and whispered, "How`d you like to buy some ballpoint pens cheap?" Right then and there, I should have backed off. But I didn't. The whispering should have alerted me. But it didn't. And greed, like hope, springs eternal, so I whispered back to the salesman, "How much?"
Edilsson Barsse	Hoteis (#21) At a certain point of time, the traveler has learned as much as is allowed by the natives, and one either explored a new land, or one returned to Natal with that feeling of incompletion reserved for belated homecoming. Here is your second or third or fourth home, traveler, the room and the sculpture of rotting fruit seemed to chide, and it has not waited for your condemnation. Sit quietly, traveler, and visions of your past innocence of this place will test your definition of love if not Your sanity.
M. D. Elevitch	A Party for the World (#20) Dexter Belting A cabinet maker/carpenter, now working as a technician at the Women’s Museum. He made the fabulous wardrobe/bed in by former apartment. Dexter has done almost everything and has lived all over the world. He generally dresses totally in black. Dexter is cosmic. Man.
John G. Thompson	Two Different Things (#17) When I was sixteen my Uncle Afton and I tried to pull a boat from the bottom of Puget Sound. It was a twenty-two footer lost by some rich sport fishermen from Seattle. They’d gotten drunk and reckless one day and had left the boat at the bottom of the harbor with their empty bottles of malt liquor. To Uncle Afton and me the abandoned craft was a treasure. One summer we struggled to exhume It from the sea and make It worth something.