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March 19, 2024
Fantasy Stories Wondering Monk

Just My Imagination

The alarm clock went off and started playing an awful tune. Tom opened his eyes and closed them back, squinting. He reopened one eye and stood up to stop the torture. The phone was on the desk, in the furthest spot from the bed. Although he changed his way of…
March 19, 2024
Science Fiction Stories Ocelotlzin

Earth Is Dead

Recording… It doesn't matter who I was; I probably lived a long time ago, and I am now just a voice someone added to the audio-visual records. What is essential is the recollection of events that lead to the current state. So, a little history needs to be…
March 08, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

Some Enchanted Evening

It was a rugby tackle with tears: Chrissy burst in, sobbing and babbling, hugging James. Her face was all wet, eyes wild. What…? My parents split up, Dad has moved in with his boyfriend and I cannot join them. I am shut out. I have lost my dad. Torrent of…
March 08, 2024
Horror Stories Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

In The Hands Of My Legs

The car pulled up in front of the large salon. The neon sign, that sexy broad thing, on the salon'sroof read "Mr. Gil's All-night Salon". The exhaust pipe of the car was pumping solid smoke, theswirls moving from the car and towards the salon.…
March 07, 2024
Mystery Stories Vanessa Leigh Giles

Casualty of Love in the Time of Coronavirus

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Bar Room Trigger

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March 04, 2024
Horror Stories Ano Chinemerem

Sanctity

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March 04, 2024
Flash Fiction Emanuel Diaz

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As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the…
February 29, 2024
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February 29, 2024
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Life Sentence of The Smith

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February 29, 2024
Mystery Stories Joshua Lowther

The Operator

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February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Salvatore Difalco

The Chute

At dusk, we left our unit with a soft pink bundle. I carried it through the wet streets and into the black woods. I said I’d take it all the way, the bundle, but that we had to drop it in together. My wife’s green eyes flashed. “Don’t make me do that.” I…

Once upon a time, yo, I was droppin’ these mad beats. I mean, my jams were killer, man. It was Tommy Finkelstein’s bar mitzvah, my first paying gig, and the kids loved me! I was catching the eyes of some of the hot mamas in the crowd too, I kid you not. Mrs. Finkelstein was totally picking up what I was putting down.

An hour into the party, right as I was hitting my stride, melding this sweet Prince song into a Michael Jackson one with this sick wizzy wizzy wick, Tommy’s brother Joel comes tearing by with a cup in his hand. The narbo. He trips, and the cup flies toward me. I just know there’s about to be Crystal Pepsi all over my turntable. I was buggin.’ I had to mow my Aunt Ruth’s lawn for two summers to earn enough money for my turntable.

But to my relief, the cup was only filled with dried beans. Weird, right? They flew onto my turntable and started vibrating, twittering and trembling to the bass coming from my sick speakers. So I thought, hey man, no problem. I’ll just scratch the turntable a bit and shake them off.

But yo, man, these beans were magic. I swear, no lie! They started jumping and jamming to my beats. Two of them must’ve been Michael Jackson fans; they were moonwalking. Others started turning my EQ knobs to pull out the bass. I gotta admit, despite not having ears, these beans’ mixing was killer. The kids were amped. It was schweet!

Mrs. Finklestein, though, needed a chill pill; she started yelling at Joel for getting into his father’s experiments. Joel whined that he’d only wanted to show the beans to Lily Oppenheimer, this girl he’s crushing on. Mrs. F wasn’t having it; she yelled for her husband. I’s afraid Mr. F. would be fuming to the max, so I quickly played a Bangles song to calm him down. Mr. F. thinks Susanna Hoff’s wicked hot.

But when Mr. F came in, he just shook his head like he was bummed and said, ‘Too late. The specimens have imprinted on the DJ.’ I didn’t know what he meant, but whatevs. By this point, me and the beans had become BFFs. So I quickly said that I’d be happy to take them as payment. A Numark 1775 mixer is so bunk compared to magic beans, ya know? The Finkelsteins agreed, so now the beans and I are in serious rehearsals.

These beans and me, yo? We’re going to be famous!

So when you see me spinning my jams at the most happenin’ clubs in New York City, remember that you heard my name here first: Melvin Koszlawski, DJ Bean Master Def.

 

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Zoe Powell is a steampunk and urban fantasy writer who lives in Chicago.

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