Short Fiction

Memory is a Fox

Sometimes I remember being a fox…

No More Inspections

Here, on this world, the ocean is a tangible thing…

Malfunction

I swear the angel was assembled correctly…

Appropriation

The artist came to town in September…

From Harvest Red to Winter White

All it took was a flick of her finger and a couple of whispered words to start a fire, burning green as a witch’s fire should…

By the Power of My Swipe

Rain battered the walls of the castle above the ancient lake, and its pointed towers shot into the night sky aiming to pierce the heavy, bulging clouds…

Free Fall & Affliction

The doctor sighs and stares into the darkness beyond the window frame. Into the darkness, where a simple circle of stones stands around an ancient well…

Haunted Circuits

The inner doors of the docking hatch wheezed open and commotion broke out on the lower deck. I leaned forward to see…

The Hungry, Bitter Tears of the Stars

She turned away and walked towards the far end of the docking bay where the hatch of the hangar opened wide against the starless void…

Born of Sea Foam

After a while, the only thing you remember is a tentacle tattooed on her wrist…

It Pulls You Under

The season of the fogs brings heat and languor to this island lost in the middle of the sea. Everything sticks…

Into the Forest, Dark and Green

Whenever I need to come up with a childhood memory, I end up in a Modigliani painting—a landscape of blind faces and distended shapes…

Advanced Math for the Sleepless

The wedding band is a circle of metal around emptiness.