Changeling Child
by Miranda Miller There was a fairy who went to Marta’s church. People didn’t talk about it, but everyone knew. He sat in the back in a l...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Miranda Miller There was a fairy who went to Marta’s church. People didn’t talk about it, but everyone knew. He sat in the back in a l...| www.mysteriononline.com
by A.W. Prihandita Mrs. Suparti walks into the classroom and writes on the whiteboard, “Family History Assignment,” and that’s how I know sh...| www.mysteriononline.com
by L.G. McCary The Sallowight willow was nothing special to look at from the outside. Just big and old with a thick curtain of branches that...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Hannah Onoguwe “When we get to heaven… at the marriage supper… all the saints shall gather… at the last assembly…” The words trip off...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Constantine Singer “You don't believe me. Why would you?” “I…” I didn’t know what to believe. I was open to the miraculous in the abstra...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Stephen Case for Justin, with thanks I first heard about the Flattening at one of our weekly faculty lunches, which we had moved from th...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Pamela Love “Mom, what did you do? How could you?” I’ve edited out the all caps, boldface, and 20pt font from my first draft, but those ...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Joshua Lampkins Then Jesus said unto him, “You shall travel forward through time, back to the year from whence you came, and you shall ...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Shawn Vincent Wilson Ed Rosenberg almost didn’t notice when the boy in the suit and tie walked into the Gaming House. It was Saturday ...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Jessica Snell There were three rules at the Grove, the high-density housing unit where Lena lived: Bodily autonomy is to be respected. ...| www.mysteriononline.com
by K.A. Wiggins No one writes, “When I grow up, I want to be the patron saint of fentanyl overdoses,” in their fourth grade notebook. I mea...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Andy Dibble When demon gunk squirms up my neck and down my throat, I wish I didn’t play Deymons. I wish I leapt for a Vieuwscape experien...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Ralph Mack X473 Coalman stepped under the eaves of the church and out of the cold rain that poured from the evening sky. He could hear th...| www.mysteriononline.com
by Patrick Hurley When the ground burst open and released all the fiends of Hell, humanity did not fare well. Within three days, every perso...| www.mysteriononline.com
