An Excessive Number of Cases in the Children’s Institute – By KJ Hannah Greenberg
Micro Fiction / May 17, 2009

The other children, who were sired by the tailor, McMullen, were the nieces and nephews of the banker, McNeal. Their neighbor’s daughter, Sally Dunlop, worked in a shirt factory. Eventually, she sought a “proper husband,” married Fred McNeal, and spawned triplets. Two years later, drunk and homeless George McMullen killed Fred and Sally. The orphanage’s population doubled.   About the Author KJ Hannah Greenberg KJ Hannah Greenberg and her hibernaculum of imaginary hedgehogs recently found homes for their work in: 365 Tomorrows, AlienSkin Magazine, AntipodeanSF, Bards and Sages, Bewildering Stories, Fallopian Falafel, Morpheus Tales, and Winamop.

Monster – By RD Armstrong
Flash Fiction / May 17, 2009

Manx read the letter. The words stung like a load of rock salt; like an ulcer flaring up. The words were harsh, cruel and vindictive. Unfortunately, a part of what was written had the ring of truth. At least, part of him wanted to believe it was true…that he really was the monster that was portrayed in the missive. In that part of his brain, he envied the monster, because even a monster was something to be feared, to be pitied, to be caught and studied. And, most importantly, a monster was alive! A monster had passion and strength (and because of this a monster was unpredictable). In that part of Manx’s brain, the monster even had an identity: “Little Man” AKA “You little monster.” Little Man was a remnant from Manx’s youth, when all adults seemed like monsters, big, scary monsters who doled out trouble on a whim. In Little Man’s world, he was always surrounded by monsters. Manx wished the Little Man would just grow up! It’s true, that once he had lived in a world of monsters, but then he grew up and the monsters got smaller (as he got taller) or they ceased to be monsters…