Short Fiction

The Latest Becoming of Death

It feels like we’re the only ones who really see each other. Inevitable and invisible. They look at anything but us. We have those kind of faces. The face of a clock, the face of the light they see at the end. Or what they imagine is the end.

Genre Literary | Neo-noir | Urban fantasy

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A Mountain with a Funeral Smile

It’s just how we’ve been, wandering wide circles around each other, trailing fingertips softly along boundaries. Respectful. Occasional. Things get shaky when we don’t keep enough distance, but it is what it is. What we are.

Genre Literary | Neo-noir | Urban fantasy

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Vine

It grew, it bloomed, and I should have cut it back, but there was poetry in how the flowers hid the choking. A weed is something that grows where it isn’t wanted, but I wanted it. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was asking for it.

Genre Experimental | Introspective | Literary

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Cigarettes as a Metaphor for Heartbreak

You spoke of a gnawing sense of nostalgia for a time and a place that you were scared you would never experience and how you were sure there was a word for that but you couldn’t remember what it was.

Genre Contemporary | Introspective | Literary

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The Ninth Step

I wasn’t sure that I deserved your forgiveness. The truth is, sometimes I thought it would be easier not to be forgiven because if you could forgive me, then maybe I’d have to forgive myself too and I didn’t know how to do that.

Genre Contemporary | Introspective | Literary

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Evidence, Omerta

Your control was always impressive, your aim always precise. Your bullet didn’t end up where we’d agreed it should, but I don’t doubt for a moment that it ended up exactly where you meant to put it. And I still can’t hold it against you, even now.

Genre Crime | Introspective | Literary

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Heartbled and Soulrisen

There were no curses cast at midnight nor wrists burned over ritual flame, only memories bound in white thread by a south-facing window at daybreak. She may have armed her horsemen, but no-one burns bridges like I do.

Genre Contemporary | Introspective | Literary

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Spark

He asked if I had been scared of him when we were children, if I had seen it coming, if I had known what he was. It took me a week to reply to that letter because I didn’t know what to say other than yes.

Genre Horror | Introspective | Neo-noir

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