Short Story

Fiction | Short Story
Two Thumbs Off: Free At Last

No longer hostage to the vestigial ballast of our former master, we were free to chase whatever fancied our opposable whims.

Mar 14, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
Rising Mountains

Resting upon his sturdy mount as it dipped its long neck into the creek below, the knight looked around him at the valley ahead. Around him were the six other knights sent with him, and sitting amongst them were the common soldiers. Some, no more than 16, were still children. Barely old enough to be […]

Mar 14, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
From the Abuse Survivor’s Workbook

“I do not tell him that sometimes when he touches my breasts I feel very sad.”

Mar 10, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
What is Caesar’s Role?

Day 1: Introductions A college kid named Blake pulled into a $5.3 million dollar mansion in the mountains near a Utah ski town to watch over an autistic highschooler named Caesar for the New Year’s weekend and they had a lot of plans on their schedule, made by Blake’s mother, like the Farmer’s Market, the […]

Mar 7, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
I walk upon the water like it’s easier than land

“We’re drifting, Joey. How long are we going to drift like this? You really think we’re gonna just shore up in Luang Prabang and stumble on Leona’s expat-birth-mother? I know I’m beating a dead horse, and I know we’re all the way out here… but I think that’s what’s making me realize. Joey, something doesn’t […]

Mar 7, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
BIRDS

When To Fly Away

Mar 4, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
Rough Landing

They’d landed on a thin strip of bumpy tarmac less than ten minutes ago. Staring out the window, Ava didn’t spot the ground until they broke through the thick smog and suddenly there it was. The wheels collided with the ground, leapt back up, then dropped again. Ava bounced in her seat, hands clutching the […]

Feb 25, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
The Agoraphobe’s House

She drank a bottle of poison. It must have been household cleaner. His poem doesn’t specify.

Feb 24, 2017
Fiction | Short Story
Reenie & The Angel Boy

“The skeleton branches on the trees above us, like the scene was playing on a television and someone was fucking with the tint, the wind blowing shapes around, moving curvy limbs, branches, sticks.”

Feb 22, 2017