To what lengths are you willing to go to collect ancient artifacts? Would you have carried off King Tut's sarcophagus? Would you have stolen Marie Antoinette's jewelry? Would a group of filthy barbarians object if you came among them desiring what little they had?
In the Southern Hemisphere, Summer arrives in December. December, the month of media hype about Santa Claus at the frozen North Pole. Oh, not so along the Orinoco River ... the River that might be mostly made up of the sweat of travelers at that time of year ...
Even although Headman Chimumvuri was a well respected Elder, the rumours had started to circulate -- furtively -- among the good people of Chimumvuri Kraal, soon after Lindiwe Hove had first gone missing.
The word has been said, the idea understood. How do you feel when you've just been told that you will never live on the cherished other side of that fence?
The Boss is hunting Plague -- Plague, who triumphed over his despair and turned to the side of Good. Relentless, the Boss either wants Plague back or to drive him to despair again ...
A freelance writer currently operating out of Branson, Missouri, Steven P. Servis has a bachelor degree in creative writing, with a minor in advertising and promotion. Publishing credits include "The Taj Mahal Review." His website is <a href="http://www.stevenservis.com/">Steven P. Servis</a>
Effie Collins is a writer of horror and speculative short fiction and novels. She lives quietly with her husband, three children and two beloved pit bulls, Sarrow and Chancey, in the beautiful Appalachian Mountains.
She had legs from there to here, and if she ever had to brush something off her arm, it would be gold coins the size of a personal pizza ... but the important thing was that she had a dead ocelot ...
Something draws near when a writer flexes his fingers and begins to draw upon his own past for words ... the words are easy, but what is it that they evoke?
Nate and Sammy have a dangerous job -- protecting humanity from the witches who attack and hide from the government. But isn't there a kind of shell-shock from battles like that?
"This time of year," she said, her voice soft, yet possessing an alarming severity, "the curtain between the worlds is thin. Rips do occur..." An oh, what a rip it was ...
Hailing from the quiet, itchy back woods of Pennsylvania, Paula Patruzzi has this to say about herself:"I've been a paper carrier, punch-press operator, 'sales associate', and pipefitters'/welders' helper. Now I'm a writer, which is a lot more fun than the other ones."
Tom Larsen lives in Lambertville, New Jersey with Andree and her pets. His work has appeared in Newsday, New Millennium Writings, Antietam Review and Puerto del Sol. Larsen's short story "Lids" was included in Best American Mystery Stories -- 2004. His first novel FLAWED will be released this fall.