Short Fiction and Poetry

Hammy was not in his cage. Denise looked everywhere—in the plastic cave, under the lettuce leaves, behind the pile of sticks. No Hammy. [...

in the early hours, when my mind is switched on like the night light in my bedroom, i ask myself why you left me. [...]

I arrived at the gate, only a little bit flustered, as I still had 20 minutes before boarding my flight to Narita. [...]

The wooden sign on the door—Lady Peripeteia: Wise Woman and Spiritual Healer—indicates to Flora that she is at the right place. [...]

Half-plate, named for the type of armor he wears, has been a skeleton warrior fighting in the Necromancer’s army [...]

Janice held the page with a shaky hand. The litter of numbers and letters blurred before her eyes. I can’t think straight anymore. [...]

I drop onto the couch next to Sally, thinking about lost time. She touches my cheek and points to the ceiling. “You’re wiped out [...]

All that Phil Rollins could do was sit there, his eyes fixed at a point low on the wall of the office. His hands lay intertwined [...]

The pounding in her head beckoned her back into the waking world. She squinted her eyes tighter to avoid it. In a sudden recognition [...]

Down here everything has become old and stale, as if time has finally abandoned me to decay. My walls are decorated in shadows [...]

Majid Sardar is the name of a real man in prison in Iran. He moved to Canada from Indonesia because he had a job offer [...]

The moss is more than a novelty wig. Carefully note how it infiltrates, appearing overnight on the scalp of a roof [...]

I never went into the basement again after what I saw. “A horror cave,” that’s what my dad called it. He is obsessed with scary movies [..]

They were like a different species – blonde, tanned, lean, with straight, white teeth, and cars they got for their 17th birthdays. [...]

ony puts his weight behind the punch sending the old man down, across the floor and into a display shelf; sprawling [...]

Gyula felt his throat. He opened and closed his mouth. He spoke to himself. His voice sounded loud in the quiet of his bedroom. [...]

Dodging a Jim Beam bottle hurled in her direction, Haley bolts through the back door and runs on a dirt path to the river [...]

The Gunther Observatory loomed tall and imposing, adorned with intricate carvings that whispered of forgotten secrets. [...]

“I’m an airplane pilot,” the man said. He had had a few beers in the hotel’s bar by then, even though it had only opened [...]

“Welcome to the Greatest Show on what’s left of Earth!” the Ringmaster proclaimed to the mostly empty stands [...]