Welcome to the March 2019 installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember; if you want to submit a story of your own, you can...

Welcome to the February 2019 installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember; if you want to submit a story of your own, you ...

Welcome to the January 2018 installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember; if you want to submit a story of your own, you c...

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Welcome to the July installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find...

Welcome to the June installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find...

Welcome to the May installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find ...

Welcome to the April installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can fin...

Welcome to the March installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can fin...

Welcome to the February installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember, if you want to submit a story of your own, you can ...

Welcome to 2018, and the year's first installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. We have a little bit of shiver-inducing horror for you this month. We hope y...

Hagstone Publishing is taking a short break from First Sunday Short Fiction as we focus on getting our first novel ready for publication and plan future proj...

You can see she's feeling it.  Her head is thrown back against the curve of the sofa.  Her eyes are closed, her face soft and dreamy beh

Shelby saw her first angel the night her father died.  She was ten years old. The heart attack was nothing like the ones in the movies.  Fa

Big Fish was a legend.  Every child who grew up in Alligator, Mississippi knew the stories.  They all had an uncle or a cousin or an older s

Welcome to the May installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find in...

Welcome to the April installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find ...

Welcome to the March installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember if you want to submit a story of your own, you can find ...

Welcome to the February installment of First Sunday Short Fiction. Please enjoy the story, and remember if you want to submit a story of your own, you can fi...

My story has been told many times. There is a huntsman. There is a wolf. There is red. Interchangeable, all three.