Category: Fiction

  • Fiction for Bad Survivalists: “Butterfly Knife” by Joshua Wetjen

    Fiction for Bad Survivalists: “Butterfly Knife” by Joshua Wetjen

    My dad waves the shiny blade in front of my face. “This is a real weapon,” he says, patting my fingers closed over the handle. My mom sighs and leaves to help Marnie make dinner in the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” Dad asks. Mom hates all weapons and violence. She hates how I’ve seen all the…

  • Original Haunted Passages Short Story: “The Late Mrs. Cole” by Salvatore Difalco

    Original Haunted Passages Short Story: “The Late Mrs. Cole” by Salvatore Difalco

    Mrs. Cole lived down the street from us. People said she was a witch. They’d seen her flying around on a broom. And she had been spotted in Eastwood Park picking poisonous mushrooms by the back fence. She was also said to walk around the neighborhood with a shopping bag full of frogs. But most…

  • Short Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Splitting a Pig” by Austin Goodmanson

    Short Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Splitting a Pig” by Austin Goodmanson

    The machines in my daughter’s bedroom kept their rhythm for weeks. Beep. Beep. Nothing changed that I could prove. Then last week I sat beside her bed, rambling about whatever came to mind. Regrets from her childhood. When I said I was sorry, her cheek was wet. One tear. I thought it was a fluke.…

  • Side A Short Fiction: “Stained Glass” by Lindsey James

    Side A Short Fiction: “Stained Glass” by Lindsey James

    Stained Glass There will be shards on the floor, beer-stuck to the tile, when Dominic walks back into the kitchen. All the broken things will still be there, the visible and invisible ones. The glass, at least, he will be able to sweep up. * The first time Natalie had invited him over, he pretended…

  • Haunted Passages Original Fiction: “Bupropion Hydrochloride, or, Pills for Vanquishing” by K. Degala-Paraíso

    Haunted Passages Original Fiction: “Bupropion Hydrochloride, or, Pills for Vanquishing” by K. Degala-Paraíso

    – 0-mg – Your sister has been evicted from her apartment—again. You count this to be her eleventh eviction. This time, instead of paying her landlord rent for the last three months, your sister bought: lots of cocaine, even more molly, Burning Man tickets, plane tickets to Nevada, a 10-person tent, a persian cat, and…

  • Three Fictions for Flavor Town USA: Elissa Matthews

    Three Fictions for Flavor Town USA: Elissa Matthews

    Roast Duck with Plum Sauce At two in the morning my mother phones, waking me. Insomnia, fear, and the need to talk have overwhelmed her once again. There’s pain between us—some open wounds, some badly healed ones, some jagged scars—but we both know we have only a few months left. “I’m hungry,” she says. “Make…

  • New Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “Sleepwalking Too Close to the Fire” by Danila Botha

    New Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “Sleepwalking Too Close to the Fire” by Danila Botha

    I stood on the ship’s balcony, my head hanging over the railing, thick clusters of orange vomit merging with the darkening sea like Postmodern art. Agreeing to this was like stepping into a floating dream that mixed toxic positivity with aggressive self improvement through gurus and pickleball, astrology, and Pilates. I could hear the judgement…

  • Haunted Passages Short Story: “Galaxy” by Diane Zinna

    Haunted Passages Short Story: “Galaxy” by Diane Zinna

    My mom once told me, “You’re not pretty—you know that, right?” When I asked her through stinging tears why she would say that, she said, “Well, you have a horse face.” I was twelve. She also taught me the names of all the constellations. On the nights my stepfather filled the house with liquor and…

  • Fiction for Haunted Passages: “A Plague of Grackles” by Adam Camiolo

    Fiction for Haunted Passages: “A Plague of Grackles” by Adam Camiolo

    It’ll happen slowly at first. He’ll come home a little early, make the turn onto their block, and he’ll see her, his wife, standing on the grass, barefoot, back turned towards the street, staring at the tree full of chirping birds. He may get out of his car, point to one and say, “honey, look…