PRIESTESS OF THE MOON

by Robert C. J. Graves

A priestess in training is always a threat to the establishment.

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Our tribe first heard tales of the giant Anthal people when we left on our seasonal march in search of a winter home. Other travelers we encountered kept us enthralled with rumors of appalling horrors long after the evening fires had died. But Tor, chief of our hunters and fish charmers, said to me, “Don’t be foolish, Monna. Stories are nothing but poets’ bad barter for bread.” Yet I have always found there to be a great deal of truth in stories.

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SMOKE

by G. J. Wise

I knew something was wrong the moment I saw it…

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August burns in Wisconsin. The sun beats down like a smithy’s hammer, white hot and relentless. Grass fires seem to crop up every year or two and I figured we were due for another burn some time soon. Heat lightning flickered in the distance making me a prophet. I thoroughly expected to hear a distant fire whistle, but I was asleep before it blew.

When I woke to the alarm, my throat was dry and scratchy. The smell of grass fire was strong and a haze filled the room. Flinging open the window, I saw smoke swirling across the yard in a low fog.

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ENCROACHMENT

by Kevin R. Doyle

Sisterly love can only go so far.

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“We really should leave.”

Lucy stood at the window, her hand parting the curtains, and looked into the night. Not moving from the bed, Diane deliberately kept her head turned away from the window.

“So leave,” she said after a long pause.

Her face reflecting crimson, Lucy continued staring outside as she replied.

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