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The room is padded, grey and locked from the outside. It smells like rat droppings and moldy old sweat, piss and shit stains smear the walls. It echoes with the screams of the crazy, the damned, people not like Samantha. Because to her, this is happening, this is reality. “I’m not crazy Doctor!” and she …

Fight Night

Loud bass echoes. A fight breaks out in the back. The impromptu violence competes with the music in the lowest level of the condemned multi structure garage. The situation gets dangerous fast and a gun goes off. Following the shot, a shrill cry of "No, no, not Morris, no," bounces off the cold, wet cement …

Okaadiginebig

    Tawa is a white-hot yellow dot beating the desert with a fury akin to hate. His existence is effort. His every day is another attempt to cook the great desert to a crisp. Maybe today he will succeed. His achievement is waves of heat that bake the valley’s loose grey rock. The desert …

Vertigo

Hot wind blows against Talia's naked back, while strands of stiff twisted hemp bite into her bare desert-hardened feet. The rope sways as if it conspires with her torturers, seeking only a halfway attempt, a humiliating somersault. A header straight to death. The weight of the pole is new to her shoulders and arms. They …

Sacrificial

With a stiff puff from her chapped lips she blows the hair out of her face before answering, "does it matter where the meat comes from?" Her dark brown eyes glisten with sadness, but behind a hard edge. An edge that could cut. An edge, he decides, filled with anger and maybe a bit of …

Legion

A cold grey mist slathers itself across the sky. The air is wet. Wool uniforms are wet. Feet are numb and wet. Skin puckers cold and thin. Fingers overly sensitive, every bramble, every hard tap feels like an injury. There is the smell of burning diesel on the wind and an orange glow on the …

A Marine

  He enlisted in the marines on the ninth of December 1941, two days after Pearl Harbor, while still drunk. His buddy Carl was so blasted the recruiter made him wait a day before joining up saying "This boy's just too primed." Peter McGrew joined the Marines not because they were the best, because they …

Medusa

This tale begins with a war between the God Poseidon and the Goddess Athena. They fought for the land of Athens. A beautiful place on the Myrtoan Sea. Their bloody war was almost endless. They threw their worshipers against each other until the sea was red from blood. They killed off so many people that …

The Amberg

In 1944 the Polish resistance has been crushed. Half a million of Warsaw’s citizens are dead rotting in destroyed building or in plain sight on the street. The survivors of what was once a vibrant cityscape scurry about like vermin in a living nightmare. They look for any way to survive, but know death is …

The Rider

He watches the gulls circle. They have the scent. They screech and caw, and circle and dive plunking at the soft bits, avoiding the scales and the still twitching clawed limbs. They scream with victory when able to take bits of brain or an eye airborne. The crabs will work the soft underneath, maybe come …

Deadwood

It smells like melting tar and burning wood, unwashed men, rotting teeth and freshly turned dirt, old whiskey, sick, piss and shit. Its pungent and raw. The road here was so empty and peaceful, but with the hush of hidden death hiding just below the green leafy canopy of forest and hills. Now death is …

#57 Jennifer Brozek

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates on Mirage: Speculating on Speculative Fiction. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbSnMk6QPiULXmKDYmwCmIg *** Jennifer Brozek is a multi-talented author, editor, and tie-in writer whose nominations and awards include: two Bram Stoker nominations, a Hugo nomination, a Scribe Award and an Australian Shadows Award. Link to the Five minute story podcast: http://www.apocalypse-ink.com/page/Five-Minute-Stories.aspx Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.brozek

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#56 A.F.E. Smith

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates on my other show Mirage: Speculating on Speculative Fiction. Subscribe on itunes Subscribe on stitcher *** A.F.E. Smith is an editor of academic texts by day and a fantasy author by night. Her first novel, Darkhaven (2015), was selected for publication from around 5000 submissions to Harper Voyager's …

#55 Paul Reeves

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates on my other show Mirage: Speculating on Speculative Fiction. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbSnMk6QPiULXmKDYmwCmIg Subscribe on itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/origin-stories-on-creativity/id1247194933?mt=2 Subscribe on stitcher https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/bryan-aiello/origins-stories-on-creativity?refid=stpr Dr. Paul Reeves is a longtime Detroit area author, radio talk show host, music educator, composer/arranger, and professional musician Links: https://www.facebook.com/paul.w.reeves.1 http://paulwreeves.com/home.html https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/pwr/episodes/2017-09-12T06_04_57-07_00 *** Music: Kevin MacLeod ~ Mountain Emperor …

#53 Kitty Janusz

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates on other my show Mirage: Speculating on Speculative Fiction Subscribe on itunes Subscribe on stitcher   Skilled in the art of Reiki, spiritual healing on both sides of the veil, Kitty Janusz calls Whittier California home. She is the founder of Into the Light Paranormal. Her group brings …

#52 Bob Beers

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates on other shows like Mirage: Speculating on Speculative Fiction and my vlog: Old Walks Dog Subscribe on itunes Subscribe on stitcher Robert Lee Beers is not on Twitter or Facebook. It doesn't agree with him. What he does is write fantasy noir detective fiction set in San Francisco …

Machine before Man

They announce imminent death. The choices are: pray or fix it. John Boon decides on the second option and a third. “The fuck’d this gas giant come from?” he screams at Houston, Lunar-base-Earth. “Sorry, Johnny, bad math.” He cocks his fist but refrains from hitting his instruments. Boon knows the voice isn't human. It's the …