Short Fiction and Poetry

Lina woke in the deep of night when the stars called. The attic window was far enough away from her bed to look like a painting [...]

Shortlist Saturdays presents Autumn Sonata by Zary Fekete! [...]

The winter gale blew against the cottage, whistling through the cracks and causing the flames of the fire to dance like the devil. [...]

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in honey and blooming yeast; a waft of piss, rising from the squirrel in her hands[...]

The river was murmuring, tinkling like suspended crystal droplets glinting in the silvery light, slowly meandering, pushing onwards [...]

Lydia surveyed the mass of brambles in the backyard. She’d need more than a weed-whacker to make a dent. Only three months [...]

I was walking around the block when I stopped by to chat with our neighbor, Cheshire Landfall, in front of her house. [...]

It was dark and horrible that night and the mist danced around as my car dragged its way through the country lanes [...]

God-fearing men avoided the place. They spoke of the devil, and of demons, strange events, and of wicked evil doings, stories passed [...]

Not only have I been saddled with a rookie, but he’s an annoying sunworshipper from Malibu who can’t stop complaining [...]

He didn't believe in ghosts. Not really. They were something from the past, something old people created to make sense of events [...]

I met my friend Hunter in downtown Toronto after his long journey through the Middle East. It was a hot day, and he looked aged [...]

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. [...]