A prisoner and his jailer play a game of cat-and-mouse in total darkness—but which is the hunter and which the hunted? Fiction for Halloween.
When you mine comedy for an elusive and dangerous truth, you take the risk of bombing. Hard. Science fiction for a Friday.
A clatter on the rooftop may not bring glad tidings to the ones on Santa’s naughty list. This yuletide potboiler puts the sour in sugar plum candy and the bitter in hot buttered rum.
When a documentary filmmaker finds herself propelled twenty years into the future, will she discover a world better or worse than the one she left behind?
In an alternate America eerily like our own, a boys’ choir’s performance at the Inauguration portends a fascist future. Fiction for Election Day.
The Cubs in the World Series? In 2012 this can only mean something nefarious is afoot. Will Ferdinand “Bull” Schmidt make it to the men’s room in time to save the day?
An intrepid plush rabbit in search of illicit thrills finds their entire world turned upside down and sideways. A story in 23 photographs.
A fiction extra. While attempting to pawn an engagement ring in Salt Lake City, a disquieted young man begins to see signs of a quiet migration.
A defense of the proposition that God is greater than Devil, an idea that may not be as self-evident as it seems on its face.
In the words of the immortal Mallory Archer, “Always know where the exits are.”
[For one week in July 2009, I took over as a guest blogger at the Electric Velocipede website while editor John Klima was away. This was the first of the four posts I contributed.] A Strong Premonition of Death Struck Me This Morning by William Shunn It did. You can
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