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“Alice & Charles”
by Camilla Grudova
by Camilla Grudova
“His wig and the heels of his clown shoes added some height, but Alice could reach his throat in a moment, if need be.”
Browsing: Short Fiction
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“Maxi”
by David Huebert
by David Huebert
Maxi stands at the morning count with her right cheekbone bulging and purpled, red lightning forked in the white of…
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“Slave Craton”
by Paige Cooper
by Paige Cooper
“The plate just bent and bent,” she is saying. “I told them. The Slave Craton’s the oldest rock on the planet. It doesn’t move. It was never going to move. Something else had to.”
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The Last Trumpet
by K. D. Miller
by K. D. Miller
From an upcoming collection of stories inspired by the paintings of Alex Colville.
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The Wolf Expert
by Shaena Lambert
by Shaena Lambert
Raj has his laptop open, and he types as Kathy leans towards him, whispering intensely. She catches a glimpse of herself in the cabin’s living room window – pale face framed by red pigtails, next to the burgundy orb that is Raj’s turban…
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No. 10
by Tamas Dobozy
by Tamas Dobozy
The first bad Remembrance Day was 1984, the year Frank turned seventeen and his mother, Juliska, passed away. The old…
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The Parable of the Cylinder
by David Nickle
by David Nickle
You not been to one of these. I’d remember if you had, even if you stayed at the back of…
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Multicoloured Lights
by Jess Taylor
by Jess Taylor
PAUL could still see the lights from the club reflected in her bathroom mirror. She turned on the faucet and ran…
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Worldly Goods
by Alice Petersen
by Alice Petersen
MIRANDA did not go through the great door of St Luke’s Anglican Church on Rue Montcalm. The great door was only…
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Raccoons
by Russell Smith
by Russell Smith
Mother’s Day hung over the house like an appointment for surgery. It was not marked in the calendar of bright…