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“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.
“When the sergeant smeared ash across my face I should have resigned, gone home or anywhere else, and never come back.” A Mythic Indy story by Ryan Everett Felton.
“Lieutenant Craig had a job to do, and he was going to get it over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. No one else had wanted to clean out Detective Robinson’s personal effects after he’d been killed in the line of duty…” A Mythic Indy story by R. Wolf Baldassarro.
“The only sign of the king penguin infestation of the 1970s is a trio of brass statues, displayed in what’s left of the old Glendale Mall, roped off like a museum exhibit. Some believe that’s the spot where it all began.” A Mythic Indy story by Dawn Fable.
This year’s Tonic Ball is already going to be almost too much awesome in one room (times three). Ken Honeywell has the details.
“The moment he opened the door at Peppy Grill, Gage knew something was wrong. Everything seemed normal: the grease-stained aprons, the scraping of forks on china, the smells of toast and bacon and burned coffee, the ancient cash register.” A Mythic Indy story by Ken Honeywell.
“A transplanted Midwesterner myself, allow me (among so many others) to welcome you to Boston, Brad Stevens.” Con Chapman lays out the challenge.
“Padding through the Indiana State Capitol’s lawn, an orphan planned her parents’ funerals. It made no difference that they both were still alive, because they did not love her.” A Mythic Indy story by Zach Roth.
“I thought about some of the places I’ve haunted–the places I could feel safe, hidden away from a world that gets to be too much sometimes. And those are the kinds of places I’d like for my eternal rest.” Ken Honeywell considers eternity.