Short Fiction

Klyuchi

Kevin Cook

Scheduled to leave on the 0620 flight to Stockholm, this time she packed light since it was a short run. Arriving at the coffee shop in the terminal, she orders breakfast a little earlier than usual ... [+]

Short Fiction

Sunset in Tsim Sha Tsui

晟軒 羅

"Next stop, Tsim Sha Tsui Station"

As soon as I stepped out of the carriage, I walked towards the roof garden platform of the parking lot of Harbour City. I put on my headphones, I sat on the ... [+]

Short Fiction

Happy New Year

Qian CHEN

It was weird that I had never considered strangling myself with a tie. While pondering upon my previous trials, I removed the tie from the shirt, wrapped it around my neck, and cinched it as tightly ... [+]

Short Fiction

Doubting Thomas

EA Douglas

I had been working at the diner for like, a year and a half. The place off the highway, outside that little butt-scrap of a town. It was an okay joint, with a couple of cracked vinyl seats and ... [+]

Short Fiction

Charging Flame

james duffy

"Shite." Seamus sighed, as he watched the sun fall over the horizon.

He hadn't meant to spend so much time in town. Now he was paying for it. He sighed, he couldn't wait to get back to Maeve ... [+]

Short Fiction

Uncontrollable

Bertha de los Rios Bustamante

TW: blood, m*rder

When I came back to consciousness, my head hurt. I felt the light through my closed eyelids, and even though I realized that if I opened my eyes, it would hurt more, the ... [+]

Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Gifts

McKenna Alder

The word of the moment: petrichor.

It is the smell of earth after rain. The word slides off your tongue like dewdrops from a leaf – a combination of the thick golden blood of gods and the ... [+]

Short Fiction

Dear Daughter

Andrew Peterson

I saw the fairies. They were beautiful. Little streaks of gold and blue, shimmering and shining in the green forest behind Grandma's house. I like Grandma's house. It's really warm and cozy, and Mom ... [+]

Short Fiction

Rims

Megan Gibson

Horn rimmed glasses walk in with a jingle of the bell at the door. They scan the room taking in the layered lights and the tiered tables. Jazz floats around the room.
The glasses fall on a small ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Eyes in the Dark

Caroline Storm

When children play games, the games become much more than an activity to pass time or something just for fun, games become reality. When I was young, I had a very competitive spirit and a large ... [+]

Short Fiction

You're Still Here

Ismar Franqui Segarra

Age 3 was the age you realized you had a friend. You saw him smile at you every day and told you of the great things you could do. You knew that nothing would be able to separate you and your friend ... [+]

Short Fiction

Homeless

Cheuk Lam Chan

I remember when I was a nesting,I would stay in my bird nest and wait for my mom to feed me,my sisters and brothers some sticky earthworms or crunchy crickets.I would say that it was the best time in ... [+]

Short Fiction

Crack

Nicole Arch

They tell you she was wearing your shoes. The pinchy black stilettos, the ones with the painted silver heels. The paint is cracking now, and they're a size too small for you, but you never got rid of ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Sounds Within

Josephine Taiwo

‘You're disgusting', ‘You filthy pig', ‘Get a grip on yourself', I heard the voices chime in perfect harmony. I turned on the radio that stood by my bedside on the way to the bathroom. I hated ... [+]

Short Fiction

I Did The Hard Part For You

Kelly Ray

Toni
My name was Naomi Campbell, and I died five years ago.
When you die, the only way you exist is within the memory of people. While you're alive, you're multidimensional.
When you're alive ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Origin of Dragons

Lars Anderson

Captain's log 45:

We finally found it! We found the last of the five dragon species. The species of sea dragons we have just located makes for a set of five holotype dragons. Since dragons are ... [+]

Short Fiction

Sugary Hands

Nayda Gingerich

The old man thought about that long ago, of working and being innocent. Even as a child, he'd always had a job. Some of his most fond memories were of delivering breakfast to his grandfather out in ... [+]