By Lewis Brett Smiler Previously Published in Scarlet Leaf Review on February 10, 2019 At ten years old, Ryan Thorpe was a master of illusion. With fast hands and a contagious smile, the budding magician could easily amaze anyone. The magic act had given Ryan a new identity, a way to connect with people. His … Continue reading Ryan’s Magic
Griffin’s Lecture
By Andrew Nickerson The lecture hall of Meade Academy of Magic buzzed with anticipation as students settled behind the room’s many layered desks. As the smells of various cafeteria lunch/drink specials floated all around, merging with the antiquated orders of wood and stone, everyone anxiously awaited the arrival of their special guest: Professor G. Griffin, … Continue reading Griffin’s Lecture
Nobody Comes to the Library Anymore
By Aisha Khan Smoke hung so thick in the library’s rafters that she could read words in it. She coughed and her hand reached up to the left side of her head. Her eyes were stinging, but the curiosity made her look back up. For a nanosecond, the words darkened, becoming clearer. Only a moment … Continue reading Nobody Comes to the Library Anymore
Magic
By Cheryl L. Caesar When I was seven my dolls still talked and moved, even the unfortunate one I’d molded out of clay, who looked like Alice the Goon. Having no armature, she couldn’t stand. She sat splay-legged, as though in an eternal game of jacks. When I was seven, the April issue of Jack … Continue reading Magic
Eyeball Abacus
By James D. Casey IV writing on the mad notes all across the bottle . . . made of crystal ball chains and algebra . . . skipping beats on a dead rain cloud . . . counted on an eyeball abacus . . . when a god speaks I will … Continue reading Eyeball Abacus
Capture the Flame
By Carrie Connel-Gripp The blue-white charge of magic coursed through the rope woven with silver and gold threads and the hair of the king’s four daughters. Geradonis paced on the west side of the pyre. As the Harvest Moon rose from behind the hills in front of him, the great orb of the sun descended … Continue reading Capture the Flame
Hateful Letters
By John Page The car moved along the streets with a screech. It is a small but sleek car. An inquisitional car is swift and can get anywhere swiftly. However today is not a day for going fast. The Imperial Corridor is as bad as always and Depaget had gotten impatience. He turned off the … Continue reading Hateful Letters
Holiday Contest Winner- Fiction: We Better Get Back Before Dark
By David Ritterskamp “We better get back before dark, Pad.” Kittle’s voice was the only sound either of them had heard all through the quiet, cold day other than the background noise of snow falling, and their feet scrrching through it. Neither of them wanted to say it, but they knew they were in for … Continue reading Holiday Contest Winner- Fiction: We Better Get Back Before Dark
“The Kneeling Saint”
By John Page The Basilica of St. George the Hammer was the largest church in the city of Mulun. It was set on the Glimmor Hill. It was built in the Grim Nova Nouch style. The twenty story structure was covered in skulls, showing scenes of conflict: Heaven and Hell. Everything was done in a … Continue reading “The Kneeling Saint”
Purple Haze
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Academy of the Heart And Mind 