“I suggest that Indianapolis may hold more secrets than these contemporal historians give it credit for.” A Mythic Indy story by John Beeler.
“It was Malachi Constant and the Tralfamadorian Salo! I moved closer to get a better look. Salo had three legs as Vonnegut had described, but I was too far away to confirm that he had three eyes.” A Mythic Indy story by Robert Morse.
“They never got the chance to fetch up that bag of money. Red was killed not long after in Minnesota. Johnny was shot dead a while later coming out of a movie theater in Chicago with a couple of loose-legged women.” A Mythic Indy story by Robin Lovelace.
“The neighborhood keeps changing, pieces gone missing, as if the waters that once rushed through drowned an entire culture. No more brunch, no more Sunday leisure and crème brulee French toast. Now we have rats, cement.” A Mythic Indy story by Sarah Layden.
“Bobby coveted the governor’s samurai sword the instant he saw it mounted on the mantle, and pilfered it 23 seconds later, give or take a millisecond.” New fiction by Joseph Pete.
“That’s when a white hot star exploded, blooming out from his right temple. His legs folded under him, and he coughed out a glob of partly chewed popcorn. The bucket rolled in a semi-circle, spilling precious kernels.” A Mythic Indy story by Robin Beery.