“Next case. Request 14875 on entry into the Houston Reproduction Program.” Commissioner Morris looked at his fellow commissioners. “Report on the genetic analysis?” Commissioner Buchman cleared her throat. “Yes, I have the results here. The figures are looking surprisingly well. …
I first noticed him when he was playing soccer with his friends under the blazing sun. He was drenched in sweat, his white uniform dirty and clung onto his body. But he was having a good time, laughing as he …
Growing up is not as fun as we thought it would be when we were young. It’s a funny thing that can not even be described as a process, but more as a sudden event. We wake up one day, …
“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.” Emily Dickinson Maybe we’re not immortal just yet, but don’t let that take away from this week’s winner. Handpicked from a fistful of …
by Cory O’Neile It was past midnight when we finally tumbled back through Finton’s door, stumbling and giggling over the threshold and onto the soft cream-white carpet. I had my arm around his neck for support, hanging from him …
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company. ~Lord Byron We’re in good company this week. Letters to modern comics, classic authors, distinguished scientists and… someone you might know Six hand written (or typed) letters to… …
In 2012 bestselling author Paulo Coelho made an unprecedented move, actively encouraging fans and would be readers to download his work for free. ‘Pirate Coelho’ has long been an advocate for peer to peer sharing. He’s not the only magical …
This week’s award asked authors to use Marius De Zayas’ portrait of photographer Alfred Stieglitz as the inspiration for a story in the genre of Magical Realism.
Seven’s a lucky number, a magical number even. That’s how many stories we have on this week’s short list, so head over and check out the full short list here
Also, a big NITH welcome to first timer Sandra Mendes!
The curvature of his back delineated a life of lost love and carefree morals. A slouch designed to confuse the innocent. Shoes made for waltzing over carefully polished surfaces. Hair strands falling awkwardly around his head, like beloved trees caught …
Moosa stirred the soup around the pot like she was stirring her soul. Slow, steady, a tumbling hum caught under her lip that soon spilled into a wordless, lilting song. Beejap listened. She heard the rib-ribbets of toads in the …
Robert Walters wakes before dawn. He lays there, the lights out, listening to the night noises of the hospital. They come in hushed hurry. Soft footfalls, scattered chatter, the squeak of a stretcher as it rolls past on its way …
Lauren knew that man, black suit, tall, thin and wild hair that had that drive with the top down look about it. Of course it was impossible, she was likely going mad from the adrenalin surge induced by the huge …
The players take the stage in an orderly line, moving to their places with practised ease. A lone oboe sounds out the tuning note for each section of players. Eventually, the note sounds in unison, tuned to perfection. The players …
When the man went walking in the woods the cat trailed behind him. The man did not look back. This is the way one must walk in such a town, in such a wood. If we hold such things …
