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  • Introduction to Issue 22 Fiction by Perry Mc Daid Stories are born from human virtues and frailties, and the skill to weave these concepts into a tapestry which entertains and inspires: themes which freeze the blood and warm the heart.
    Introduction to Issue 22 Fiction by Perry Mc Daid Stories are born from human virtues and frailties, and the skill to weave these concepts into a tapestry which entertains and inspires: themes which freeze the blood and warm the heart.
  • The Hunt by Owen Smith The woods were far too quiet for the time of day. Not a single bird sang from a single tree; not a paw moved on the dead-leaf floor. It was out there, somewhere.
    The Hunt by Owen Smith The woods were far too quiet for the time of day. Not a single bird sang from a single tree; not a paw moved on the dead-leaf floor. It was out there, somewhere.
  • Chips and Old Blocks By Maureen Bowden Jed was lost. He was scouring the Anglesey countryside around the village of Llanddaniel, in search of the Neolithic burial chamber, Bryn Celli Ddu.
    Chips and Old Blocks By Maureen Bowden Jed was lost. He was scouring the Anglesey countryside around the village of Llanddaniel, in search of the Neolithic burial chamber, Bryn Celli Ddu.
  • A Fly’s Work By Paul Magnan Colleen walked through the door of Grandma’s Own Donut at six and was assaulted by a wave of cold air tinged with cinnamon and raspberry. As usual, Vinnie had the air conditioning on way too high. Colleen wished she had brought a sweatshirt.
    A Fly’s Work By Paul Magnan Colleen walked through the door of Grandma’s Own Donut at six and was assaulted by a wave of cold air tinged with cinnamon and raspberry. As usual, Vinnie had the air conditioning on way too high. Colleen wished she had brought a sweatshirt.
  • Laura’s Cleaver by John Hayes In my dream I am naked and fleeing from Laura, my girl friend. She swings a cleaver and wants to chop off my penis because she caught me in bed with her friend Marge. I told her it didn't mean anything that Marge and I were both drunk.
    Laura’s Cleaver by John Hayes In my dream I am naked and fleeing from Laura, my girl friend. She swings a cleaver and wants to chop off my penis because she caught me in bed with her friend Marge. I told her it didn't mean anything that Marge and I were both drunk.

Fiction

Introduction to Issue 22 Fiction by Perry Mc Daid

Stories are born from human virtues and frailties, and the skill to weave these concepts into a tapestry which entertains and inspires: themes which freeze the blood and warm the heart.

Fiction

The Hunt by Owen Smith

The woods were far too quiet for the time of day. Not a single bird sang from a single tree; not a paw moved on the dead-leaf floor. It was out there, somewhere.

Fiction

A Shot of Martian Whiskey by D.L. Young and Stephen Young

Feels strange writing like this: the old-fashioned way; pen on paper. Kind of funny, when I think about it. Here I am, surrounded by the most advanced tech imaginable on a research base at the foot on Mons Olympus, and I’m writing down my thoughts in a leather-bound journal with an ink pen.

Fiction

Chips and Old Blocks By Maureen Bowden

Jed was lost. He was scouring the Anglesey countryside around the village of Llanddaniel, in search of the Neolithic burial chamber, Bryn Celli Ddu.

Fiction

A Fly’s Work By Paul Magnan

Colleen walked through the door of Grandma’s Own Donut at six and was assaulted by a wave of cold air tinged with cinnamon and raspberry. As usual, Vinnie had the air conditioning on way too high. Colleen wished she had brought a sweatshirt.

Fiction

Redemption by Gustavo Bondoni

“Damn, Neill, I don’t think that there’s the sheriff.” I had known for quite a while that it wasn’t. The sheriff was a tough old codger, hard as nails if you tried to keep him from getting his cut, but he was no driver. It had to be Bert doing the driving, and that was [...]

Fiction

Laura’s Cleaver by John Hayes

In my dream I am naked and fleeing from Laura, my girl friend. She swings a cleaver and wants to chop off my penis because she caught me in bed with her friend Marge. I told her it didn't mean anything that Marge and I were both drunk.

Flash

A New Day by William Gray Tait

Sarah sits in her bathroom clenching a razor blade, her head down between her knees, talking herself back off the ledge of despair.

Flash

Imitation Moon, Imitation Night by Brian T. Hodges

Previously published in "The Strange Edge" in February, 2014. The sun was a pregnant orb that never left its nest in the sky. In its thirst, it unfurled a long tongue to lap every drop from the fractured soils below. So, too, did it drink greedily from our flesh, leaving behind a worn landscape. I [...]

Flash

The Devil’s Temptation Leslie Lee

They are praying for my soul. I do not know how I came to be lying here in this box. I am too young to die. Someone must be responsible for my death. It is my funeral, and the reverent all are gathered here like on the Sabbath. Surely, not Goodwife Bishop though. She can’t [...]

Flash

For the Good of Us All By Matthew J. Barbour

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." ~ Edmund Burke   Father Xavier Grajeda was tired. It was late. He had been summoned to a small adobe shed on the edge of the village. It smelled of offal and excrement. Tools of all shapes and sizes [...]

Poetry

tick tick tick by John Reinhart

Narrated by John Reinhart I got drunk last night and screamed until my hands bled I chewed my fingernails my hair and tore attempting to get through again to emptiness instead pillaged me leaving me an unmanned husk broken upon an unknown reef I called for help but the only reply was an echo the [...]

Poetry

Observing Ragnarok by Chelsea Eckert

What an event to witness the flicker of divinity flaming behind the sky

Poetry

A Kneaded Life by Deborah Guzzi

I’ve watched him whither. He came to me a decade ago, stooped in pain. The fine boned features of his face and the clarity of his Irish skin still holding on to a genetic predisposition to beauty.

Poetry

When Gods Fall by Dan Hettmannsperger III

For millennia we mortals feared them with their capricious motives their endless terrible wrath carried by plague and twisted tempests

Our next issue will be published on February 1, 2021. We will open submissions for poems and stories on November 1, 2020.

Liquid Imagination

Issue 22 August 2014

Stories

Introduction to Issue 22 Fiction by Perry Mc Daid

The Hunt by Owen Smith

A Shot of Martian Whiskey by D.L. Young and Stephen Young

Chips and Old Blocks By Maureen Bowden

A Fly’s Work By Paul Magnan

Redemption by Gustavo Bondoni

Laura’s Cleaver by John Hayes

Poems

tick tick tick by John Reinhart

Observing Ragnarok by Chelsea Eckert

A Kneaded Life by Deborah Guzzi

When Gods Fall by Dan Hettmannsperger III

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