Tag: Fiction

  • Original Fiction: “Irish Setter” by Travis Flatt

    Original Fiction: “Irish Setter” by Travis Flatt

    Mrs. Withers wants to repeat our conversation. Mrs. Withers corners me in the hall. In body language, Mrs. Withers is illiterate. I edge away from Mrs. Withers. “Mrs. Withers” might not be Mrs. Withers’ name, so I’m careful not to call Mrs. Withers “Mrs. Withers.” My father, Mrs. Withers seems to think, and I share…

  • Bad Survivalist Original Short Story: “Eating Ass and Getting Eaten” by Aaron Timms

    Bad Survivalist Original Short Story: “Eating Ass and Getting Eaten” by Aaron Timms

    The bikers pass my apartment every afternoon, rising and falling in their seats like dolphins stitching through the waves. I observe them from my window, moved each time by the acrobatics, the revved wheelies and breakaways, the marriage of these swaddled bodies to the howling machines. My line of sight stretches down a long straight…

  • A Haunted Passages Short Story by Rick White: “Memo from the Beyond”

    A Haunted Passages Short Story by Rick White: “Memo from the Beyond”

    To: Rickety White (that’s a stupid name) From: Afterlife communications dept. Re: ghost of dead father  Dictated but not read.  Well now, not long to go until the littlun arrives. You must be very excited. One thing that’s probably worth mentioning—don’t be surprised if you start seeing your dead dad from time to time.  You…

  • “The Bread of Life,” a new short story by Katherine Plumhoff

    “The Bread of Life,” a new short story by Katherine Plumhoff

    You start by thanking your lovers. You acknowledge the lessons they taught you, spreading gratitude over your history like dry rub over a roast. You thank Carlos, who taught you how to be positive in the face of something frustrating, i.e. having to pay for three places of accommodation—room in Valencia, rental house in Greece,…

  • New Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Runoff” by Alexander Fredman

    New Fiction for Bad Survivalist: “Runoff” by Alexander Fredman

    I learned to wait for rain. I learned to smell sickness in tinny bits of trash. I stuck my face in the trash. I inhaled. I split for some new terror. I dreamed of ways to evade capture. I evaded capture. I began all my sentences with I. Then I decided not to. Who was…

  • Haunted Passages Fiction: “On Sarpy, Nebraska, and the Places I Go During a Seizure” by Bella Koschalk

    Haunted Passages Fiction: “On Sarpy, Nebraska, and the Places I Go During a Seizure” by Bella Koschalk

    The yellow-bellied swallow has chosen me to facilitate her death. We are sitting on a concrete stoop under The Motel’s awning in the Midwest rain. I hold the bird in my hand and I do not think about bird-borne illnesses. She stirs, she is starting her final surrender. I am wearing my ex-stepbrother’s hand-me-down sneakers,…

  • Flash Fiction for Side A: “Anglers” by Dan Shields

    Flash Fiction for Side A: “Anglers” by Dan Shields

    Anglers We watch their suns drift like pulp to the bottom of the glass, these days between sleep and the gasp. We skim them like stones on a creek. These days we squat and moan—old tequila worms squirming in the bottle. A big yellow bus scrambles past the bones of a stop. Our stop. The…

  • “Please Consider an Upgrade,” original short fiction for Haunted Passages by Carrie Bindschadler

    “Please Consider an Upgrade,” original short fiction for Haunted Passages by Carrie Bindschadler

    Dear Declan, Thank you for your recent purchase of our signature Home Seance Basic Package. This specially-curated package is our most affordable option. This package allows you to contact a single recently-deceased human being or beloved pet one time only. If you are interested in repeat spiritual visitations, you will need to upgrade to the…

  • Haunted Passages Short Story: “How Close Is It?” by Darlene Eliot

    Haunted Passages Short Story: “How Close Is It?” by Darlene Eliot

    Night driving was easy. He knew what to do with a windy mountain pass, a straight shot through cornfields, a detour around streets too narrow for an eighteen-wheeler. He knew what to do when the moon disappeared behind checkpoints and his headlights were the only light on the road. He knew what to do when…