Fiction of the Day
The God and the Giant
By Woo Dayoung
I wondered briefly what fear was. Where on earth did it come from?
I wondered briefly what fear was. Where on earth did it come from?
Renata said: I’ve never seen Rheinhardt use more than one match to light a fire. When I break a glass he tells me I’ve lost control. Just watch him come through the door, every night, punctually, six
Oneba tells of an occasion which found him riding the trench, pedaling himself, in his fabulous little pedalcar. As he went along, so the story goes, he was set upon by a band oftrochilics, their
When I was very poor, and this I will tell you was not too long ago, I began to smoke cigarettes. The smallest luxury then recalled, I suppose, the greater ones when I was a child. I bought cigarettes to smoke
Much later on, long after Judgment Day, we remembered that a man had once passed through here and then returned, still living, to the world. Across the lightning and malefic smoke of Hell the news
Fang’s internment was a momentous affair. Everyone showed, even Dr. Cobbam, whose refusal to replace an arthritic hip socket with stainless had no doubt hastened Fang’s end, and demanded of my