Short Fiction and Poetry

Elly held the framed photo to her chest. After a few tears, she set his picture back into the cardboard box. [...]

People are always surprised when they first get to hell. Not just for the obvious reasons, either. [...]

No, you’re being daft. Of course, the tomb lid hasn’t moved! What a macabre thing to say as we walk past the graveyard [...]

God works in mysterious ways. The Devil—Satan, Beelzebub, the Antichrist, whatever you wish to call him—does not. [...]

The elderly cat with eyes like Al Pacino is not a finalist for the Cute Overload calendar [...]

“Get in the car,” Nick said. He said it like there wasn't any possibility that she wouldn't.              But Mira thought [...]

I was on one of my solitary evening rambles through the countryside, pondering my rather common, but at the time monumental, troubles [...]

The visual exterior of the shop screamed junk. Ideal if you’re renovating, short of cash and need a selection of eclectic furnishings [...]

The electronic store was to open early. With a new line of integrated cell phones on the market, Samir Hassan had secured his order [...]

“Death certainly is eternal, and I should know. I’ve been dead for a very long time," the vampire said as she looked down [...]

Olivia stopped and turned back to admire the glorious orange sunset that was melting into the horizon behind her. [...]

My mom told me the local supermarket had a sale on oranges this week. I don’t even really like oranges, but I know they’re good for you[...]

My mother’s request was not unreasonable. She wanted a fence. She wanted a fence to keep the dog in and the rabbits out. [...]

A young woman in a black calico dress with onyx-black hair knocked on our door. She was lithe, with slim lips and penetrating green eyes[..]

When Trish placed the new key in the new lock and opened the old door, what she saw inside bore no resemblance to the home where [...]

The door hissed shut; the blitz of multi-coloured screens were locked out. Her feet squeaked as she came closer and beamed with light. [...]

Stephanie Gildon stumbled as she wiggled her butt off of the thick stone fence. Her foot turned awkwardly upon hitting the turf [...]

Stephen Miller swerved the stolen car to avoid a deer in the middle of the road. The car left the road, bulldozed its way [...]

Crisp white sheets contrasted against the dark bruises on her knuckles as she made the bed. [...]

I stopped giving a shit when I turned sixty-five. Pauline told me it would happen and crowed about the sense of freedom [...]