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Fiction: The Dance of the Great Blue Stone

Fiction: The Dance of the Great Blue Stone

He remembered the blue, for what it once was. No shade covered this spot, no trees or bushes to block the occasional bout of dust kicking up over the plateau as he sat down on the boulder. It was just a moderately sized, nearly flat rock on a slight rise. It was a high point […]
Aug. 23, 2026
Short Fiction: 011315-112525

Short Fiction: 011315-112525

“Sir, please don’t throw rocks into the water.” Marcus looked up the slope at the ranger, and decided against revealing the truth. “Sorry officer,” Marcus replied, “I just wanted to see the big splash.” “It just scares the fish away from this spot,” the ranger said. “A lot of folks like to swing by this […]
Nov. 25, 2025
Fiction: The After-Death of McGill McGee

Fiction: The After-Death of McGill McGee

An original story by Russell Dickerson, The After-Death of McGill McGee explores overused tropes.
Mar. 5, 2025
Fiction: The Gears Stopped
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Fiction: The Gears Stopped

  “I’m telling you, it’s the Canites”, Marko said. He tore off his helmet, tossing it on the floor in front of his panel. “The prophets warned us! The reports from the other side said–” “Calm down!”, the magistrate said. “Remember your discipline, or I’ll have you run out of here like a temperamental child!” […]
Nov. 3, 2013
Fiction: The Body In The Window

Fiction: The Body In The Window

    The cool night air pushed tendrils of blood down her side, a tickle she’d never feel. She was lying over the windowsill, the broken glass still working its way into her flesh. She’d only been dead a few minutes, but the killer was long gone. He rabbited out of there the second he […]
Apr. 28, 2013
Fiction: Like leaves in the wind

Fiction: Like leaves in the wind

   “I don’t know why they aren’t moving”, Michael said angrily. “Why can’t you just listen to me?” He looked around again at the frozen figures, defying any of them to move. But they wouldn’t, no matter how many times he pushed or hit them or screamed at the top of his lungs. “Let’s just […]
Jan. 3, 2013
Fiction: A question of reality
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Fiction: A question of reality

  He opened his eyes, and remembered the sound of dying. It wasn’t a big crash, or a scream, or even a whimper. It was the steady sound of dripping, coming from behind him. Miles shook his head to loose the cobwebs inside. He had fallen asleep at his computer again, and as he raised […]
Nov. 3, 2012