A great mix of stories to set the mood for Halloween (or anytime, since I didn't finish the book until January). The stories give equal coverage to all of the seasonal themes--pumkins, ghosts, witches, and even El Dia De Los Muertos. The stories range from humorous ("Auntie Elspeth's Halloween ...
More than one of them said that a long gray man had visited them . . .All You Can Do is Breathe Kaaron WarrenStuart lay trapped underground for five days before the tall man appeared and stared into his eyes.He thought he sensed movement. Flicked on his caplamp. “Barry? Did you make it through th...
A sort of “prayer in a bag,” the contents vary depending on what the conjurer wants to achieve; inclusion of personal items make the charm stronger. As in Ellen Klages’ story, the color of the bag often has meaning, too. Red or pink flannel might be used for a love hand, white for fertility, oran...
Condor (Maka Tai Meh) Prunie Stefan, wearing a plaid shirt and men’s trousers cinched at her waist with a rope, toiled at flensing a fresh moose skin. Her hair was in two braids tied together across her back so it did not fall in her way. Her husband, Martin, trimmed sinews from a moose carcass h...
At least one has the “comfort” of poetry.Dedman is the author of four novels, a nonfiction book, and more than one hundred and twenty published short stories (some of which are gathered on his two collections). He teaches creative writing at the University of Western Australia and is co-owner of ...
a private Dick. So what would they call me? Not the C word or the V word, that would be much too offensive. There are plenty of Dicks but no Vaginas walking around. That just wouldn’t be right, now would it? Maybe my title would be Jane. Private Jane. Dick and Jane. Makes you wonder why Jane hasn...
That’s what people don’t understand Avery belongs to her, and he is the cornerstone, and he is Man and she is Woman, and that’s that, and people should understand it. Barbara John Shirley She knows that Avery loves her. There’s no doubt about it. If he says, Barbara, don’t...
Unless he could thumb a ride it was going to take hours to get into town. There were miles and miles of farm country between here and a cold beer. So far, though, no cars. Not a one. As he passed each farm he thought about the families who lived there. Or . . . used to live there. Donny had no id...
Written slightly before the internet and mobile phones with photo and video capabilities were common, Wilhelm’s story is still an evocative contemplation of the question. As for today’s Fifth Estate – which includes, for better or worse, plenty of amateur reportage – a quick online search will de...
Resting his chin on the scuffed knees of his trousers, he watched a spider hiding in a crevice beneath the door latch. Only a bit of daylight slipped through the scattered bullet holes that pockmarked the opposite panel. The spider’s body—fat and spiked, legs like crooked needles—trembled as the ...