Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Free Fiction is Only Logical, Captain,

More free fiction, including the latest issue of Plasma Frequency (illustrated to the left), e-books, flash fiction, and more.  Almost forgot to let everyone know that Regan Wolfrom has returned from his week long sabbatical on Vulcan and has a new free fiction post at SF Signal.








Fiction
• At Cast of Wonders: "Dragon Art" by Christopher Partin. YA
     "It had scales like glistening river rock, eyes like opals, a snout like some fierce alligator, wings like a horrible vampire bat, a tail like a stegosaurus. It had legs like tree trunks and claws like bald eagles"

• At Project Gutenberg: In the Depths of the Dark Continent by Cornelius Shea. Adventure. 1905.
     "The next minute they were blazing away at the crab-like creatures. Jack noticed that every time a bullet hit one of their claws, it would immediately drop from the creature's body."

• Now Posted: Plasma Frequency Issue 7 - August/September 2013.
"Rift" by Eleanor Wood.
     "Lily set the plastic box beside the door even though Omri had never entered that way and never would. Leaving it on the table was too painful. She’d still been angry when she’d thrown everything in, but now the borrowed music and familiar clothes only rubbed salt on her torn heart."
"Inconstant Light" by Steve Simpson.
      "His mother had called him to come to the Nove de Julho Hospital, and his sister Cora was already there when he arrived. The three of them stood around the bed in silence, because his father's ending had begun."
"Battle Lines" by J. W. Alden.
     "A band of alabaster orbs slipped through his fingers and into the night. His eyes traced their arc as they soared away and melted into the sea of shadows below. He wanted to see where they would land, who they would find, but the auburn seraph at his side beckoned. Laughter and melody enveloped them as her arms slipped around his shoulders. She was lovely. He was happy."
"Different in Blood" by Julie Frost.
     ""This is what we do, Mrs. Hockney. Your secret and your prenup are both safe." I could smell the anxiety and upset coming off her in waves through the expensive perfume, which covered a faint underlying odor of wetland, hemlock, and sex. It made my inner wolf perk up, but I tamped it down impatiently. A case this close to the moon was probably a bad idea, but we were swamped and this one fell to me. Awesome."
"Litany for Compassion" by K. S. O’Neill.
     "I stand at the doorway with a gallon of methanol in my hand. Susan is upset. Susan is my roommate. She is sitting on the sofa facing away from the door. I think she’s crying. I have to change plans. I got six extra hours of database work this week at the university, so I had some extra money. I was going to surprise her with the gallon of fuel. We could run the air conditioner all weekend. I tell myself the Litany for Compassion before I put the fuel down."
"Memory Lane" by Milo James Fowler.
     "No one saw it coming. Not even his coworkers who found him hyper-multitasking regularly at Montgomery High School where he taught freshman English and journalism; those who knew for a fact that he never took work home; those who saw him at his desk long after hours, with music playing from the ceiling speakers and two or more programs running on his desktop computer screen, his mobile vibrating with incoming messages while various social media sites glowed from his latest-version Slate."
"The Clone in Sector 7" by Nanci Schwartz.
     "I first saw the raven-haired woman on a cold winter morning in the coffee shop I frequented. Usually the line of customers wound out the front door, but today the shop was almost empty. When she shuffled into the pick-up line, my breath nearly caught in my throat at her beauty: milk chocolate-colored skin, wide-set eyes, and short hair perfectly framing her face."
"T3"  By J. S. Watts.
     "The girl has had rather too much to drink. She is swaying slightly, standing far too near the edge of the swimming pool. A group of rowdy dancers swings uncomfortably close and she takes a step back to avoid them. Her foot treads down on nothing, and she falls backwards towards deep water, ending up suspended horizontally, a centimetre or so above the pool’s surface, arms spread out like a crucifix, a broad grin on her face."
E-Books
At Smashwords:
Audio Fiction 
• At Cast of Wonders: "Dragon Art" by Christopher Partin. YA
     "It had scales like glistening river rock, eyes like opals, a snout like some fierce alligator, wings like a horrible vampire bat, a tail like a stegosaurus. It had legs like tree trunks and claws like bald eagles"
• At Every Photo Tells: "A Brand New Cupid" by A.F. Grappin. Fantasy.
     "Wanting to become Cupid might be too much to handle…

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