The 2015 Flash Fiction Anthology Now Available!

Indies 2015 flash fiction anthologyGreat news: the Indies Unlimited 2015 Flash Fiction Anthology is now available as an eBook! It will look great on your eReader, but we know you know that already.

The eBook is available in all Amazon stores. And it’s FREE 5/19 – 5/23/2016!! Yes, we know we’re awesome. You’re welcome.

Photographs by K. S. Brooks. Prompts by Stephen Hise & K. S. Brooks. Authors with stories in the anthology include: Susan Berry, Robert Capko, AV Carden, Victoria Ann Carr, Thomas Diehl, Leland Dirks, Jules Dixon, Stephen Douglass, Ed Drury, S.K. Fischer, Kira Flynn, R.B. Frank, Christine Frost, Terveen Gill, Dusty May Jane, A. L. Kaplan, Zack Lester, William Lewis, S.A. Molteni, John D. Ottini, Rachel Palmer, Brenda Perlin, Daniel Peyton, Greg Phelan, Diane Selby, Hannah Selby, S.B. Smith, Chris Sparks, Sara Stark, Kat Stiles, Steven M. Stucko, Janni Styles, James R. Tate, Richard Trisdale, Byron Wade, and M.P. Witwer.

Just in case you missed it, the Indies Unlimited 2015 Flash Fiction Anthologyis AVAILABLE NOW at The print editions will be out soon – maybe, if you’re nice to us. Don’t be the last kid on the block to get one!

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Treaure ChestTaranto surveyed the old warehouse and shook his head. Random letters, squiggles, and a cartoon mummy decorated its surface. Hard to believe he loaded trucks here as a kid thirty years ago. The entire neighborhood was abandoned and crumbling.  At least the warehouse hadn’t been bulldozed.

If only he’d stayed strait. He and his friends missed one little camera on their last heist, an important detail that got them ten years in prison. Taranto learned to keep his mouth shut in there. The other guys mouthed off too many times. Now the entire treasure was his.

Roaches and rats scurried around as he stepped inside the old building. A sudden ripping sound made Taranto’s skin prickle. He paused and looked around. Seeing no one, he resumed counting paces. Strange shuffling noises increased with each step.

Eager to find the money and the odd gold medallion hidden there, Taranto pushed his growing panic away and ran the map through his mind. Forty two steps from the door. Turn left. Walk another twelves steps. Sweat dripped down his back as he pried up the concrete slab and dug the box out of the gravel. His fingers caressed the old Egyptian medallion.

“It’s about time you came back.”

Taranto spun around. His chest felt like it was going to explode. The painted mummy from outside stood right behind him, arms crossed. He stumbled away from the cloth wrapped monster and tripped over the shovel. With his backside stuck in the newly dug hole, all he could do was flail his arms and legs as the mummy advanced. A scream caught in his throat.

“Don’t wet yourself,” said the mummy, as he grabbed Taranto’s swinging hand and pulled him to his feet.

Taranto’s legs felt like rubber. “But…But you’re a mummy.”

“Darn fairytales,” mumbled the mummy. “I’m not going to eat you like a genie. Those guys are evil, really bad news. Mummies are nice guys. You have the medallion, so congratulations. You get three wishes. Make them count.”


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From May 27 – 30, I’ll be part of, Balticon 50, a fantastic convention in Baltimore, Maryland at the Renaissance Baltimore Harborplace Hotel. There will be four days of Multi-Track Programming featuring authors, publishers, editors, artists, scientists, musicians and much more. Everything Science Fiction and Fantasy in one huge package. 

I’ll bYoung Adventurerse reading a portion of WOLF DAWN, from YOUNG ADVENTURERS: Heroes, Explorers & Swashbucklers on Saturday at 1:00. I’ll also read my winning poem, SCALES OF GLORY at the poetry contest reading on Sunday. (Time TBA)


On top of this year’s guest of honor, George R. R. Martin, past guests of honor were invited back to celebrate Balticon’s 50th anniversary. Here’s a list of Alumni that are coming.

John Varley – Balticon 15, 1981,
R. A. MacAvoy – Balticon 19, 1985
Nancy Springer – Balticon 20, 1986
Michael F. Flynn – Balticon 26, 1992
Compton Crook Award 9, 1991,
BSFS Heinlein Award 2003
Donald Kingsbury – Balticon 26, 1992
Compton Crook Award 1, 1983
Allen Steele – Balticon 27, 1993,
BSFS Heinlein Award 2013
Harry Turtledove – Balticon 32, 1998
Phil Foglio – Balticon 36, 2002
Kaja Foglio – Balticon 36, 2002
Steve Miller – Balticon 37, 2003
Sharon Lee – Balticon 37, 2003
Steve Barnes – Balticon 39, 2005
Larry Niven – Balticon 41, 2007,
BSFS Heinlein Award 2005
Peter Beagle – Balticon 41, 2007
Connie Willis – Balticon 42, 2008,
BSFS Heinlein Award 2011
Charles Stross – Balticon 43, 2009
Jody Lynn Nye – Balticon 46, 2012
Joe Haldeman – Balticon 47, 2013,
BSFS Heinlein Award 2009
Jo Walton – Balticon 49, 2015
BSFS Heinlein Award 2009

Check out the website to see the full list of participants and activities.

Hope to see you there.

A.L. Kaplan

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A.L. Kaplan Wins Flash Fiction Challenge

A.L. Kaplan is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature on their website.

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Weroo, weroo, weroo
Incessant sounds fill the air

Weroo, weroo, weroo
Bulging throats beckon

Weroo, weroo, weroo
Find me and I’m yours

Weroo, weroo, weroo
Your heart’s fulfillment lies with me

Weroo, weroo, weroo
Spring is here, spring is here

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“This is Wonderfall,” said Mark.

The thirteen year old looked at the rushing water with a board expression. His lips twisted in an all too familiar grimace. “It’s a waterfall, Dad.”

“But this one is special. Grandpa Jack took me here when I was ten. Best fishing in Maryland.”

“You mean the same Grandpa Jack I never got to meet ‘cause you had a fight thirteen years ago? Dragging me to all these ‘special’ places isn’t going to bring him back.”

Mark’s stomach clenched. This wasn’t the father son trip he’d envisioned. He and his dad had drifted apart, then had a big blow-up right before Jason was born. Now the same thing was happening with Jason.

It seemed like yesterday Jason wanted to be a mini Mark. Then his mom died and everything changed. There had to be a way to keep history from repeating. Around them birds sang. Water cascaded over rocks, each splash of water a soothing balm. The two of them may as well have been worm eaten husks of oak, empty, disconnected.

A pair of deer peered at them from across the stream, one full racked, the other single pronged.  Mark drew in a sharp breath. Even Jason stopped kicking stones. It felt like they were waiting for something.

“You’re right, Jason,” said Mark. “I haven’t been listening. Let’s do something you like.


“You think they got it?” said the smaller buck as Mark and Jason walked away.

“I sure hope so, Jack.”

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