Far Fetched Fables No. 45 Cory Skerry and Anna Ilona Mussmann
Flash Fiction: “The Hum of Refuge” by Anna Ilona MussmannOn her couch in an apartment at the top of a building that used to be a lingerie factory, Skye Hindley tried to capture the soul of nature. She...
24 Feb 20151h 7min
Far Fetched Fables No. 44 John D. Brown and M. Bennardo
Flash Fiction: “Older, Wiser, Time Traveler” by M. BennardoFirst off, step one — commit a crime of passion.You shouldn’t plan this, obviously. In fact, you can’t plan this. The defining characteristic...
17 Feb 201556min
Far Fetched Fables No. 43 Pamela Sargent
Story: “Spirit Brother” by Pamela SargentThe flat land below him was white, the color of purity and luck. Jamukha flew in the form of an eagle, feeling the wind under his wings. The steppe and mountai...
10 Feb 20151h 8min
Far Fetched Fables No. 42 Alex Shvartsman and Lydia Millet
First Story: “Requiem for a Druid” by Alex ShvartsmanMy job that morning was to banish a demon, but I was determined to finish my cup of coffee first.I sipped my java in front of Demetrios’ warehouse ...
3 Feb 20151h 11min
Far Fetched Fables No. 41 Rhys Hughes, Paul Collins, and Richard Harland
First Story: “Castor on Troubled Waters” by Rhys HughesHe’s almost fifty years of age, Castor Jenkins is, which for a stereotypical Welshman must be reckoned venerable, if not ancient. Not that he tak...
27 Jan 20151h 22min
Far Fetched Fables No. 40 Tim Lebbon
This week’s story: “Forever” by Tim LebbonOn Dana’Man the cold bit hard, ice informed thought, frost froze dreams of freedom, and duty and supplication were the way. On Dana’Man there was preparation ...
20 Jan 20151h 5min
Far Fetched Fables No. 39 A.M. Dellamonica and Meghan McCarron
First Story: “The Dream Eaters” by A.M. DellamonicaMo Cottonsmith had just turned sixteen when she started Lopside Fashions, with cash she stole from a neighborhood fizz dealer. The money wasn’t enoug...
13 Jan 20151h 13min
Far Fetched Fables No. 38 Hayley E. Lavik and Suzan Harden
Flash Fiction: “Fool’s Fire” by Hayley E. LavikIt’s the cold mud that wakes me, and the taste of duckweed in my throat. In my mouth, my nose, my ears. It fills my lungs, creeps behind my eyes. I burst...
6 Jan 20151h 2min
