The Ravine
The Ravine
A hunting she will go,
A hunting she will go,
Hi, ho, the derry oh, a hunting she will go.
1.
I woke up at six o’clock on Saturday and decided I would hunt. I pulled on my jeans, T-shirt and old...
New video for Action Fiction! story "A Concise History of the Heavens"
We've got a new video for Benjamin Wachs' story "A Concise History of the Heavens," originally performed at Action Fiction! by Andie Grace.
Aversions
An aversion to Viennese music, the type she heard in her youth at the great amusement park by the dying green river, where all the swallows nested nearly on top of one another under a bridge and scared her with their dense blackness. Why it was the pipes of the organ...
Nearly Pregnant
I was nearly pregnant – with child by a hair’s breadth. I remember it vividly. It nearly happened in Paris. Had my boyfriend been French, he would have used the past subjunctive to describe the event: I could have been pregnant. He couldn’t. He was Spanish. I suppose he...
Lorraine
Lorraine arrived at the beach. She had come to the end of Denman Street. In the distance, the violence of the dying sun had left the waterline covered in purple scratches. The soil and grass around her had the earthy smell of beets. Lorraine passed the first Izakayan...
Sign Here
It was nearing dusk last Tuesday when I signed the lease on my new apartment.
Light still streamed through the generous sized Victorian windows of the commercial unit, advertised as a live/work apartment, poised above the infamous Grant Avenue of North Beach. The...
Let's rename the kids!
They were sitting in the Subaru on the side of the road and it was snowing. If you looked at the parents you could see that both of them had teeth that were crooked, and all of their children did as well.
What will we do?
I’ll go in and straighten them...
Rules of Evidence
I once knew a pro-domme who had all her prospective clients call an untraceable number that got forwarded to her business cell so that she could talk with them before agreeing to meet in person.
“I can tell,” she said, “instantly, from their opening words and the...
They go to the Forest
The trouble is, see, we keep losing all our poets to those there woods. The nymphs and the dryads, they can’t get enough of them. They tease them and torment them and sing to them, until it makes them mad with want, and well, that’s when they go. Sort of like sirens,...
Recursive Algorithm
It took 10 years and 1.5 billion Euros to set up a fully simulated brain in a next generation supercomputer in Brussels – and that wouldn’t have been possible without over a billion in research funding from the American government and countless research grants from...
