Category: Fiction
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The Flowering of Nightmares and Dreams
I eyed his gun and followed him inside. This was all wrong—the fate I’d been avoiding for months. I resented the baby for it. My stomach cramped, and I welcomed the pain.
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Gurok’s Last Love
PaiMeisDong: The AI doesn’t reflect my choices at all. An hour into movie mode, Gurok started making out with some dude.
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The Psyche Passes the Time
“It’s like”—the gatekeeper sighed—“everyone here is very, very broken. You don’t really walk through a door into the corridor if you’re happy. And then because you’re sad, because you love the corridor so much, it eats you.”
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The True Things Archive
New Arrivals, Recent Departures, Sanitation Report, Where’s Nurse Dana?, and Deaths. She briefly considered a section for births, but only two babies had been born in the parking lot.
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The Underground Gardeners
But like hear me out. What if. Okay? What if we don’t get in Death’s car. Not right this minute. Okay?
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Jolly Cooperation
“Believe me, Miriam, I don’t want to be here anymore than you.” He said gravely. “But this is wizard business.” Miriam put her hands on her hips. “Yes, it is wizard business. A wizard started this evil mess and it’ll take a witch to end it.”
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Razzmatazz
Every light in the house was on. I had insisted. My sister, oddly a perfectionist on this point only, complained it was too hard to hang ornaments on an unlit Christmas tree.
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Invasive Species & Their Habitats
Tourists who visit the beaches of Santos Beniz close their eyes and attempt to enjoy the sunshine, but can never truly rest.
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The Widdershin
If he thought of himself at all, he thought Widdershin, for that was the last time he’d had flesh and blood and bones, when he was whirling counterclockwise from clouds to earth.
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Then There Was
She turned to see the man frozen in time, bottle knocked back with the glass on his lips, patrons halted mid-conversation, their jaws slack, the bartender’s pour frozen mid-air, the mescal like solid sap splashing in a glass.
The Kismet Magazine 