Death Comes with the Dawn

Image CC-BY-NC-SA by Samuel Maycock

by Peter Morrison

They came for So To Ain in the night and her parents looked on while she kicked and screamed. She reached out for them, desperately, wishing one of them would take her hand, would make this all stop. But they stood with the chieftain and the shaman and looked on like it was their duty – which it was, to preserve the village from the horrors of the wild.

Forest Fryer

Image CC-BY by The US Army

by DB


Slack Batterton dodged off the footpath, out of sight of his pursuers.

“Christ, that was close,” he muttered, wiping the sweat from his tanned brow. He looked around for a likely place to hide so he could rest for a while. It had been hours since he’d stopped running. Spying a depression in the ground, he quietly edged toward it, picking up some fallen branches that he pulled on top of himself for camouflage once he lay down.

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BFC

Image CC-BY by Foxtongue

by Fritz Bogott


If the briefcase had been handcuffed to my right arm, I would not have been able to eat the coach-class lasagna.