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The Calling Card, by Eric J. Guignard
The calling card was black as midnight, and the message written across its face shimmered fire-gold. Letters and runes bowed together presenting a line of script which, when read, caused Old Man Popp...
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Issue #16: Shinigami Stories: Reaping the Harvest of Souls—CONTEST ISSUE
The stories are read. The judges have voted. And the scores have—FINALLY—been tallied. We received a lot of stories for the Death Reaper contest, but only ten made it past the first round of judging....
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Lachesis, by David R. Schulze
“What do you regret about your life?” A tall thin man sat behind a paltry wooden desk, and stared with charcoal grey eyes at Mark. Everything about him was clean, pressed, precise. His diction was...
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Prepaid Funeral, by Aaron Runyon
The first time I met him I realized the kid possessed that dark casual formality most often attributed to serial killers and career politicians. Not likability exactly, but the authoritative calm of...
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No Reprieve, by Michael A. Kechula
When Ron staggered from a bar and steadied himself against a building, his cell phone rang. “Ron Higenlooper?” asked an ethereal-sounding voice. “Yeah. Who wants to know?” “Are the last four digits of...
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Finality, by Bryan Nickelberry
I look down at the assemblage of mortals running below me, and not for the first time I wonder at their reasons for such desperation. One group, led by a man claiming to hear the word of a God I do...
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Human Resources, by Luke Robert
“Hey you, look at me. I’m death. I know it’s odd; you must be thinking you’re insane. The god of death, a common housefly? You humans have this idea that I’m some sort of drama queen floating around in...
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Out of Their Cages, by Rhonda Eikamp
The sorceresses had wheeled the wooden cage into the village at dusk. Maheha could still sense its presence out there as she lay on her pallet at midnight. Burning, always burning in her peripheral...
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Springing the Trap, by Ray Dean
Waiting just inside the great doors of the Bowles home, Asphodel watched both the parlor and the door. One of the last remaining servants in the home, she was used to covering multiple...
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Death’s Goddaughter, by Deanna Baran
There is no barrier between Here and There, as long as you have eyes to see. I do. When the Angel of Death stands at their feet, I can bring them back with just a drop of magic cordial. When the...
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The Calling Card, by Eric J. Guignard
The calling card was black as midnight, and the message written across its face shimmered fire-gold. Letters and runes bowed together presenting a line of script which, when read, caused Old Man Popp...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Issue #16: Shinigami Stories: Reaping the Harvest of Souls—CONTEST ISSUE
The stories are read. The judges have voted. And the scores have—FINALLY—been tallied. We received a lot of stories for the Death Reaper contest, but only ten made it past the first round of judging....
View ArticleClik here to view.
Lachesis, by David R. Schulze
“What do you regret about your life?” A tall thin man sat behind a paltry wooden desk, and stared with charcoal grey eyes at Mark. Everything about him was clean, pressed, precise. His diction was...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Prepaid Funeral, by Aaron Runyon
The first time I met him I realized the kid possessed that dark casual formality most often attributed to serial killers and career politicians. Not likability exactly, but the authoritative calm of...
View ArticleClik here to view.
No Reprieve, by Michael A. Kechula
When Ron staggered from a bar and steadied himself against a building, his cell phone rang. “Ron Higenlooper?” asked an ethereal-sounding voice. “Yeah. Who wants to know?” “Are the last four digits of...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Finality, by Bryan Nickelberry
I look down at the assemblage of mortals running below me, and not for the first time I wonder at their reasons for such desperation. One group, led by a man claiming to hear the word of a God I do...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Human Resources, by Luke Robert
“Hey you, look at me. I’m death. I know it’s odd; you must be thinking you’re insane. The god of death, a common housefly? You humans have this idea that I’m some sort of drama queen floating around in...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Out of Their Cages, by Rhonda Eikamp
The sorceresses had wheeled the wooden cage into the village at dusk. Maheha could still sense its presence out there as she lay on her pallet at midnight. Burning, always burning in her peripheral...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Springing the Trap, by Ray Dean
Waiting just inside the great doors of the Bowles home, Asphodel watched both the parlor and the door. One of the last remaining servants in the home, she was used to covering multiple...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Death’s Goddaughter, by Deanna Baran
There is no barrier between Here and There, as long as you have eyes to see. I do. When the Angel of Death stands at their feet, I can bring them back with just a drop of magic cordial. When the...
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