Short Fiction and Poetry

Day: Third-day. Month: Late frost. Year: 10, apocalypse era. Sheila luxuriates in the warmth of the bed, and stretches over to John,...

Like the rain-wrung tome held fast to my chest, the organic one toyed, or more specifically tombed with by my mother’s hot saltwater [...]

Step through the looking glass and you’ll find objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. A raven’s hair, blood red lips [...]

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

CONCEPTION Where are you from, O spark of Literary life? What gives rise to you? Is it a word, Caught on the edge [...]

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

The Vampire sits watching by her window knows the colour of my coat, when I put the bins out, do the school run. [...]

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

Dear Recipient, Though you can’t see Me through the dark Glass in the darkness Of your mounting fear, I sincerely assure you [...]

If stranded on a Deserted Island And then given The choice of a Month’s worth of Food or a month’s Worth of pen and Paper [...]