The Bodyguard

The last story for May! And we’re ending on a sweet note and a little kindness. I hope you enjoy Pam’s story. Have a great weekend.


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“You’ve got to do it. Let me find one for you,” Savannah suggested.

Eve rolled her eyes. “I’ve already interviewed five potential bodyguards. They were all Neanderthals.”

Eve stood, all five feet of her in her billowy blue caftan, and faced her agent. She knew Savannah thought her eccentric; but hell, that’s what authors were supposed to be.

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Cyborg Your Future! (flash fiction)

We’re coming close to the end of this month’s stories. What happens when cybernetic implants become a fad? Check out Joanne’s story. Happy Reading!

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Cyborg Your Future!

Lisa kept seeing the ads on her datascreen and animated on the sides of buildings with the slogan: “CYBORG YOUR FUTURE!”. At first she ignored it. It was some (presumably) hot male advertising some new cybernetic technology, but as she was a lesbian the image held no interest for her at all, and so each time she saw it she quickly put it out of her mind. Or so she thought. She kept finding herself thinking about cybernetics. It was, after all, the current fad at the moment. Everyone now seemed to be having body parts removed and replaced with cybernetic implants. She had never seriously thought about doing it herself, until these ads managed to worm their way into her subconscious.

Apparently you could hook up brain interfaces with each other so you could experience what the other person was feeling…

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Jane’s amazing response to the prompt. I hope you enjoy the read. 🙂

Jane Dougherty Writes

A quick-fire response to Diana’s May photo prompt. Steam punk isn’t my thing, so this is a first for me, and it isn’t even a story…

Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

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The world whispered and sighed to the sound of wheels turning, valves hissing and the soft clicking of gears. Horse hooves beat time, and the pistons of steam engines rattled louder than anything but thunder. Cities had risen and spread in a regular, ordered fashion and society acquiesced to a hierarchy that never changed. The secret lay in the great clock that ticked at the heart of the earth.

Time had ticked since the methodical unfurling of the first fern and the faint throb of bioluminescent proto-fish in the ocean depths. It ticked soft and gentle for millennia and millennia, regular and unfailing. Bird throats chirruped steadily; clip-clopping and pattering animals stepped in time to the universal dance…

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are we not what we are

Kerfe’s response to the prompt is a combination of artwork and poetry. Mesmerizing as always. I hope you enjoy. 🙂

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The deities do not really know
me, nor I them.
I understand not their reasoning.
I do not bow down
to their invisible forces.
My days do not depend on
meeting their needs–
they do not guide me
or light my path.

Chance made me,
chance and circumstances
beyond their control.

I do not look like them,
nor do I follow
their arbitrary whims.
Who I am is a mystery–
mine, not theirs.
When I cease to be
I will become
part of the mystery too.

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I will not join them
or serve them
or sing their praises.

I will sing the songs
of my people speaking
in the voices
of the ebb and flow
of our existence,
our beginnings and our ends.

The universe will continue
with or without me, or us,
or those calculations some may choose
to rest their hopes upon.

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Sorrow will someday
fill me, like…

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MYTHAXIS: A new concept online magazine

An opportunity for fantasy writers! Beetleypete was kind enough to share a publishing opportunity “from a reputable company that works hard to support new writers and bloggers.” It might be worth taking a peek to see what it’s all about. Thanks Pete. 😀


From Daniel Scott White, publisher of Longshot Island, Unreal, and Unfit, comes a new Fantasy Magazine project, Mythaxis.

This offers an exciting opportunity to bloggers and writers (including published authors) in the Fantasy genre. Daniel is looking for submissions to be included, and this explains how it works.

We want stories that are well written, intelligent, and enjoyable to read. We are looking for stories with metaphors and emotional ambiance and imaginative descriptive writing.

Getting Published Online

Submit your story using the form below. Just copy and paste it from your file into the content box in the form, where it says “Post Content”.

For your story to be published online, you must have a book that you’re selling. Include the link to your book in the form, where it says “Your URL”.

In exchange for your story, we’ll promote your book on this site (and elsewhere: newsletter, social media…

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Empty Promises

A story from Amanda that isn’t far from reality. I hope you enjoy the read. 😀

Painting Poetry in Motion

The following tale is my response to this month’s speculative fiction writing prompt posted by D. Wallace Peach. Link to her original post here.

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My quest for self improvement began with good intentions. But you know what they say about that. And they – whoever they are – were right, at least in my case.

The beginning was unremarkable, certainly not a decision with any associated labor. I saw the ad for the Promise, a new innovation in body art, and suddenly understood the answer to a question I hadn’t consciously asked. I’d been unhappy, but resigned. Until I saw myself in the Promise, the promise of how I could be.

Maybe it will sound strange to you. But when I saw the picture – the photo of who I could be – I filled with a previously unfamiliar sensation. My usually hollow emotional…

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A story with a twist from Anneberly. Happy Reading. 🙂

Anneberly Andrews

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My eyes fluttered, just as nausea rose up through my belly to the top of my tongue. Confusion devoured the little bit of awareness that was lurking in the shadows. As I attempted to flutter past the blurry darkness of unconsciousness, and come into some semblance of wakefulness, pressure built deep within my throat, pushing behind my teeth. Instinct forced my head to slightly turn to the left just as bile shoved passed my lips, spraying like a water hose that had just been turned on for the first time after being dormant during the cold and freezing months.

Consciousness gradually heightened as my eyes rapidly flickered. I could feel my extremities stretched out in the shape of a star. My body bound by unyielding restraints on my ankles and wrists, and a loose yet inflexible restraint hovering above my throat. While a flat, unforgiving, cold…

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