Romano Rimbaldo  It  arrived… that fatal day, she stops being her! What will she turn into? What kind of thing, when the stage of life collapses, when all the lights go out?…

Lynn White Play Me A Tune  Sit quietly nowyou can play laterand don’t be sad,it’s a bit of a muddlebut, believe me,you are made of musicfull of itand soonall the…

Sezin Koehler —You need to come home, babe. It’s starting.—Give me a couple, I mean, how do you know? There are no symptoms, so–—No, I can feel it. It’s started.…

Mydhili R. Varma This isn’t my territory. Not my regular hunting grounds. Deep in the southern part of India lies the remains of a kingdom of jungles and thick groves…

Sezin Koehler Shehani tilts her left forearm over the bowl. The incision leaks like a fat red worm emerging from her skin. The sting of the cut abates and the…

John C. Mannone The magic man wagons into town and starts proclaiming his wares, his wand pointing to his billboard signage painted on the side of his carriage. Soon a…