Fiction – Page 21

This Boy’s Tongue

By Peter Markus This boy is but a boy. The boy that he is, he sees what a boy…

We are pleased to nominate the following fiction, poetry, and nonfiction pieces for inclusion in Sundress Publications‘s Best of…

I Took One of Her Legs Back at the hotel lobby, the pleasure of the first cold beer was…

Crônica No. 1: On the Form The work of art, like the world, is a living form: it is,…

This scene takes place early in the novel, soon after the ark known as ANGEL HOUSE, piloted by an…

My father taught me to count each line of memory cut into a woman’s wrists. The red, round sores…

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In the end, silence reigned. It settled over dry fields and skeletons—trees black obelisks in risen waters. Finally, children…

The Orbital continues like this, night after night. Slant of cosmic rain slashing the blacktop. Dopplered taillights receding. Not alone…