Short Fiction and Poetry

Laura bit her lip, barely able to contain a smile of excitement as she pressed the vintage seal onto the wax, adding her classic red lip[..]

He peers out the attic window. The night sky is clear though the forecast says snow. He taps a crooked finger on the painted trim [...]

I awake alone in bed, but with the overwhelming sensation of a presence. Not exactly like being watched. More like a listener [...]

“Write me a story. And start it here.” The middle-aged brunette who’d been sitting at the end of the bar slid into the seat next to mine[..]

You are four thousand feet above sea level and climbing, and breathing in light, mountain air [...]

“If I told you once, I told you a hundred times, don’t run the Wreckhouse during a storm!” John’s voice roared over the radio. [...]

Detective Wolinski slams the phone receiver onto the cradle. A lit Pall Mall balanced on the side of his desk crashes [...]

I invented a new podcast where I went to different parks around my city and struck up conversations with people there. [...]

Danny hides under his bed blanket, scared of the howling wind and his parents' intense, constant arguing. Footsteps pound [...]

Joseph O’Kay looked at his watch and realized he had missed his six-thirty train by five minutes.  His position as a Department Head [...]

Glistening banks line the roadside and I navigate the snowy sidewalk, my figure skates slung over one shoulder, my toque pulled down [...]

When he heard the sled dog speak to him through the wind, Eriksen thought he’d lost his mind. “You’re safe, Sir. Rescue is on the way.”[..]

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 [...]