Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

The Beast at the End of Time

by on Feb 2, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

4,000 Words As the world marches toward the guillotine of its finale, the sleeping beast shakes loose the slats of its painted unthought and licks the tang of dénouement from its fangs. It stirs upright on trembling ligaments, clad in starvation and rust. “You are not here,” a calm voice...

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Kutraya’s Skies

by on Jan 29, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

7,900 words Shadoua arrived early at his home, just after midnight in the full planetless darkness Kutraya’s farside enjoyed, a darkness he was all too aware of on this night. Only a farside astronomer such as myself could have discovered this danger, he thought. Little comfort, but...

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Paper Tigers (Excerpt)

by on Jan 27, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

Back cover copy: In this haunting and hypnotizing novel, a young woman loses everything—half of her body, her fiancé, and possibly her unborn child—to a terrible apartment fire. While recovering from the trauma, she discovers a photo album inhabited by a predatory ghost who promises to...

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Razorback

by on Jan 25, 2016 in Short Fiction | 7 comments

5,800 Words Author’s Note: The story of Rawhead and Bloody Bones originated in Europe but migrated to the American South and underwent a local transformation. The definitive folklore version is likely S. E. Schlosser’s and is very much worth reading on its own.   There was a witch...

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Bones of the World

by on Jan 21, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

4,900 Words Maggie was sitting on an old packing crate by the docks, having tea with a lobster she had named Miss Snips, when Father O’Grady approached her. She heard the light, smart click of his heels first. He wore fine black shoes always polished to a high shine, so unlike the dull,...

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Soursop

by on Jan 18, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

1,900 Words Today, I remembered soursops for 46 seconds. Well, I say ‘remembered,’ but it was more like I bought myself a few seconds of pain-filled pleasure, plugging into some dead guy’s memory file. Timed it just right, too. At the precise moment the Kitchen Butterfly show started,...

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