The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
“Morin stands up on the thwart, catching her balance against the waves. The sea leans forward, swelling on the horizon. Morin feels as if it’s watching her, storm-blue gaze heavy at the back of her neck.”, – excerpt from Nothing but Salt Remains, fiction by Laila Amado #TheMetaworker
“She couldn’t believe it. She looked down at her hands, examining them, turning them back to front and back again.” – excerpt from Bananas by Jared Cole #TheMetaworker #ForgeFriday
“Give it up,” hollered a voice two tombstones down. “Nothing’s spooky to anyone in this damn world of endless light. You’re not scaring anyone.” Excerpt from “Grave Lightning” by Max Zell @ZellWriter #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
She came out of the woods with nothing but a blanket sprayed with white and silver paint #F. J. Bergmann #TheMetaworker
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