Short Fiction and Poetry

After the funeral, we’re standing outside your building, saying nothing to each other. Shielding you from the wind [...]

Teenage girls make the best friends, and the worst enemies. It’s better to learn that early on. [...]

I suddenly awake from the company of stars to find silent flesh quietly forming on my dry old bones like snow, layer upon layer. [...]

Betsy certainly stood out in my tenth-grade English class. She stood out for a number of reasons, first of all because she was six-foot[...]

Rousted by his father from a deep skullcap sleep in the trembling yolk-yellow glow of a flaming smoking reedmace, wind groaning [...]

The windshield wipers clicked in time, sweeping away the falling snow as the slow-moving pick-up truck navigated the wintery conditions[...]

I’m awake, but why is it dark? Am I really awake? Yes, I am. But I can’t see anything. What’s going on? I feel bandages around my head [...]

Gerald plucked two pieces of toast from the toaster, buttered both, and spread two dabs of peanut butter across them. [...]

The room smelled of granite dust and pigeon shit, that and the subtle scent of rotten eggs. “Brimstone,” said the old man [...]

Ninety-seven. That's the number of times he's apologised to people for the things he's done. He wrote them all down, counted them. [...]

They told me dying would be just like falling asleep; they lied. I’m not tired. My entire body aches [...]

“It’s on!” hollered Asmodeus, from his substantial easy chair. The image began as an angrily glowing cloud, shimmered briefly [...]

“Once again, Pearl, this process starts by me asking you a few questions.” “Hurry up, then. I haven’t got all day."

When he opened his eyes, it was completely dark. His head hurt and he could not move his body. [...]

Ben entered a church raffle and won a dinner-for-two at Pierre's, the elite three-star restaurant near Laguna Beach. Ben needed [...]

As the lavender-twilight sky blackened with night, the woman screamed outside my apartment building. [...]

When Jaali turned ten years old, his birthday gift was a shovel. It was much taller than him, with a rusted blade and a brown handle.[...]

We wore our band T-shirts so the bride’s father would recognise us. Huddled on a bench, we watched wedding guests trickle [...]

When he opened his eyes, he saw the dust dancing on the dawn sunbeams. He closed his eyes again and reached out with his mind [...]

“It’s just chocolate; it’s not love.” I feel their eyes upon me as I slide the last of the chocolate bar into my mouth, [...]