Short Fiction and Poetry

There is a walled district called Lime that has a separate existence tucked away and hidden from the rest of the town. [...]

Em Seever palms the items in Mother's pantry. She checks dates, wipes down dust, mashes a roach. The motions dampen her awareness [...]

The figure, a man, perhaps an unusually tall woman, stood silhouetted and motionless atop the sandstone ridge [...]

Gavin Helmscott III had lived, if you could call what he did living, nearly three centuries whole and unmolested, if a bit faded of late[..]

Elsie sat at the forest’s edge, her back against the deeply grooved bark of a fallen walnut tree. A moment earlier, three short [...]

The staff at the Arbourview Respite Centre were calling Louisa’s next-of-kin for instructions. The time had come to say good-bye.  [...]

That toy called to her. It wasn’t anything special: likely only cost four bucks brand new. However, something about this [...]

Tracing (enjoying) with her tongue the silhouette of the four new teeth she'd acquired since her last incarnation.  Ah, lovely, so slick[..]

The front door says family practice. A pastel-colored waiting room waits for us, and its brightness is upsetting my eyes. [...]

A couple months ago, I could navigate these streets in snowshoes. Pull myself forward by jabbing deep with ski poles. That’s impossible[...]

Alex Martel had been a reporter and gardening enthusiast for years and was excited to be heading to a very special place. [...]

Ever’body calls me Mother, even them who ain’t no kin to me. I’s born Sadie over in the Meade’s Chapel community and married [...]

I stood beside my father when he killed a rabbit at the back of our farm. It was the same day that Regan, my baby brother, was born. [...]

Seaweed tonic balms the skin; the precious ingredients are locked in. Pores close as soon as the body is taken out of a warm bath [...]

Leaves and twigs crackled under his boots as he slowly walked along the forest trail, a wind storm the night before [...]

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“I think I fancy a Chinese tonight. You?” I swear mealtimes never used to be this uncomfortable. “Uh...I’ll just go with English, today[...]

Talking to the dead is something that one never really gets used to. It isn’t so much the fact that someone who has long since been dead[..]

It started at twelve. Got worse at thirteen. He was dying to hold her hand. That’s what makes us all first burn: desire [...]

Curled on his side, hidden beneath the homemade tent he’d constructed on his mother’s back patio, Arlo studied his arsenal. [...]