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As of July 16, 2024, the Spacefunk Anthology is fully funded! Although our campaign doesn't end until July 19th at 12:00pm, we have...

Hey y'all! We're so excited about the Spacefunk! Anthology! With three days remaining, we're 88% funded with 322 backers. Thank you if...

February 27, 2024 For Immediate Release 2/27/24 Fayetteville, GA: MVmedia is delighted to announce it has acquired first International...

Hey y'all! Check out my Blackened Roots zombie story, 'Initiation' on Nightlight - A Horror Fiction Podcast. A big thank you to Tonia...

To Write Water Francesca Rendle-Short and David Carlin splash splish wading through thermometers of snow rivulets trickles gulp and when...

The cargo plane landed with a thud on the dirt runway, miles away from the tourist destination of Montego Bay. Malik jostled in his seat,...

Dakkaran, Marinado, January 5th “Effective immediately! All cab and livery service vehicles in the city of Dakkaran are suspended. A...

Nakisisa loathed the smell of boiled cabbage. There was no place in Freeport where he could escape the odor. The residents cooked it in...

Thunder shook the Missouri terrain while lightning danced across its vast scenery. Rain showered the night as if the sky was in mourning....

Terranova by Dragos Jieanu May my words serve as enlightenment to those in darkness and nourishment to those in need. May the knowledge...

The boys said nothing. Lips busted, jaws swollen, the two alternated between nursing their wounds with ice packs and scowling at each...

The air is crisp and cool like the steel and titanium skeleton holding me together. As I sit at my desk, observing each person passing by...

Three a.m. Lying on the cot, eyes open, Cinnamon stared up at nothing, hoping to penetrate its emptiness, but the totality of the dark...

Sanchin Slitherway 2125 Machines toiled for ninety years to rebuild the metropolis the Germans had inked over two centuries before. Next...

If Oxford Jameson had his way, he’d have wooed her, determined what she knew, double-tapped her, and been done with it. However, his...

It’s a night of black flies, soft-bodied and bioluminescent, dancing their lights in a hunt or a woo. They’re not the dead, no mark of a...

Mahbas, Western Sahara The man’s normally fawn-brown skin had permanently turned the color of burnt sienna after spending over a decade...

I am Emaje Bul. I am Bilawa. I was letting those two truths flow out and over me every few seconds. I was born in the Bilawa Lands and...