Art by Jack S. Rogers for a short story written by Paula Ray called Darvana and the Curse of the Scarlot in issue five. The story was among those selected for the upcoming Dreams and Screams Anthology by the Best of Six publishing websites sponsored by Liquid Imagination Publishing. See BeforeDawn and Liquid Imagination in link column.
Future Tense
By
Rory Steves
“No!” I screamed, “No! Must stop her! Must protect her!”
The door opened, and in walked the blonde nightshift nurse with the needle. I could never quite see her face in the shadows. I pulled
Shaman Born
By Alva Roberts
A thick sheet of ice and snow covered the land, the only breaks in the endless field of white were the evergreen trees, nature’s last stand against the encroaching winter. It was always cold but the elders said that there had never been a winter as long as this one. Spring [...]
TREE LINE
By Christine Rains
Purl dove for the hand still visible above the white sand. Her fingers did not manage to catch a firm hold before it was sucked downwards. She heard a helpless scream and realized it was coming from between her own cracked lips. Fine grains flew up to pollute her mouth as another [...]
Darvana and Curse of the Scurlot
By Paula Ray
Graphic Art by Jack S. Rogers
They’re here, again. Leather wings beat against the tin roof. Talons scratch metal with a sinister screech. The hair on Darvana’s arms stands at attention and dread wiggles up her spine like worms. She knew the Scurlots would return. Her father, Kartu, warned [...]
Poseidon’s Claim
By
Aubrie Dionne
The surf churned bubbles in the sand, and whale-sung elegies rode
The Night of the Cloud Spectre
A Story of the Crow Witch
Mike Phillips
Evil passed through the land. In the form of a low hanging cloud, thick and black amid the morning mist, it drifted upon the wind. It was a thing of the ancient world, made to take this spectral form while the sun followed its [...]
The Floating Head Employment Agency
By Rory Steves
Cold, incredible cold, was the first sensation I had upon awakening. Bone-numbing cold, it was so cold I couldn’t even feel myself breathing.
Never Happened
By Hugh Fox
Art by Maria Costa-Fox
It was just luck that he’d gotten into the building at all. He didn’t want to ring from
Curing a Plague
By Jeff Bowles
Death had always been a common thing on the moon Edain. It had been
