Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

Jesus Christ, Reanimator

by on Mar 21, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

4,600 Words The Second Coming was something of a washout, if you remember. It lit up early-warning radar like a Christmas tree, of course, and the Israeli Air Force gave the heavenly host a respectable F-16 fighter escort to the ground, but that was when they were still treating it as a...

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Waste

by on Mar 14, 2017 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

4,800 Words I was born with a tongue, but the others were not. This is how it is: We who live on the edge of the Heap are different. Harper’s arms are no more than nimble flippers that sprout exposed bone. Zora’s skin blisters from the sunlight, while Ernest cannot raise his medicine...

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Luminaria

by on Mar 7, 2017 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

10,100 Words Each invitation, written on thick paper, hand-sweet, heavy stock. Deckled edges. Shadows grow long. The cicadas whir in the heat. She descends the great stairs to the foyer, taking small steps, white hand on the balustrade, pale as the travertine brought from Italian shores....

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Servant of the Aswang

by on Feb 23, 2017 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

3,000 Words The Manila Times predicted March 30th would be a scorcher, the hottest day so far this year. The aswang called it a perfect opportunity to hunt and went to pack the cargo van. As a rule, she never took us to the same site twice and always drove along the back roads and...

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You Too Shall Be Psyche

by on Feb 20, 2017 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

5,800 Words Reva’s lungs were burning and her sweaty calves were coated in sand by the time she started up the side of the last dune. She’d snuck away from the camp by starlight, with her breath pluming behind her in the bitter cold, but now the sun was up and bright and hot. She’d...

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St. Theophilus the Penitent

by on Feb 14, 2017 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

250 Words 2017 Valentine’s Flash Fiction Winner The printing nozzles skittered back and forth with eerie grace, laying strands of snow-white tendon over black carbon-fiber bone. Wyatt didn’t watch. He knew that in 24 hours the artificial muscle would dissolve, leaving a base...

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