Short Fiction

“Traveling Salesman,” The Cosmic Background

Flash Fiction | Fantasy | Slipstream

Traveling Salesmen hardly ever eat humans.

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“Midnight,” Hidden Realms Anthology

Short Story | Horror | Fantasy 

You’re driving down the road by yourself at night. It’s the same road you take every night on your way home from work, a late shift in a gas station by the highway. It’s foggy out tonight, and the trees loom out of the darkness when the beams from your headlights hit them. The clock glows softly, telling you that it’s 11:59 pm. 

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“Verity,” hyphen punk #6

Short Story | Science Fiction | Sapphic | Jewish 

Tikva slid into work exactly thirty seconds late. She raised the walls of her cubicle, blue holoscreens that hid the rest of the office. She moved to tap her message box, but a red exclamation point flashed on the screen, along with a ribbon of text: You are late. Please account for your time. 

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“I’ll Hold Them off for as Long as I Can,” Tree and Stone Magazine Issue #4

Flash Fiction | Fantasy 

When I said, “You go on. I’ll hold them off as long as I can,” there was an implicit understanding that I was going to die. 

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“The End of Rain,” SFS Stories Issue #9

Flash Fiction | Fabulism 

I made my home on a patch of damp farmland. I was young and so was she, her trees mere saplings next to the neighboring forests. I tilled her soil and trimmed her branches, and in return, she proved me with fruits and grains, more than I could eat. 

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“The Test,” Horror Library Anthology Vol. 7

Short Story | Horror | Science Fiction | A Brave New Weird award nominee

In front of me on the table sat ten pineapples. Ten sets of yellow hexagons fading to green at the bottom, ten majestic crowns of leaves. All I had to do was eat them, and everything would be okay. Laura would be okay. 

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“Pink Marble,” Flash Point SF

Flash Fiction | Fantasy | Sapphic 

The Queen had turned to stone. 

No one could explain how or why. The greatest magicians, scientists, and alchemists in the country had tried and failed to determine the cause. They had prayed over her, enchanted her, applied potions and chemicals and fairy dust to her skin, chipped off bits of her robe and fingernails and sent them back for genetic testing. Nothing in their spells or analyses showed that she was anything other than plain pink marble in the shape of a woman. 

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