Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

Starpower

by on Jul 11, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

5,900 Words For now, you can still watch Marty’s creation online. It begins with this disclaimer: WARNING: IF YOU VOTED FOR GOVERNOR YVETTE POLSON, DO NOT WATCH THIS VIDEO. IT CONTAINS POWERFUL SUBLIMINAL TEXT AND IMAGES THAT WILL IMPLANT SUICIDAL TENDENCIES IN YOUR MIND. Every time I...

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Lazarus and the Amazing Kid Phoenix

by on Jul 4, 2016 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

7,500 Words The first thing the Old Man told me was this: “Sometimes folks just don’t die right.” So I’m gonna tell you a story about what that that means, and I want you to listen real carefully. § The Old Man said to me: “Sometimes they go down. Sometimes they go down, down, right down...

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Actaeon

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

900 Words I am running. I am running and it is good, I am running in the dawn–dappled forest and the new air of the day is sharp and good in my lungs. Listen; the hounds are baying. But not all of them, not all, no. I do not hear Philomel. She is a beauty, my Philomel, my lead bitch; her...

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The Kraken Sea (Excerpt)

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

Back Cover Copy: Fifteen-year-old Jackson is different from the other children at the foundling hospital. Scales sometimes cover his arms. Tentacles coil just below his skin. Despite this Jackson tries to fit in with the other children. He tries to be normal for Sister Jerome Grace and...

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Memorials

by on Jun 20, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

9,100 words Cam finds Pham Thi Thanh Ha in her house, as she expected. By now, she doesn’t question the aunts’ knowledge or how they came by it. She does what she’s told to, an obedient daughter beholden to her elders, never raising a fuss or complaining — the shining example of filial...

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Cuckoo Girls

by on Jun 13, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

5,900 Words “You never wait to see if it’s really dead,” says Samantha, leaning over the small arsenal configured in pristine rows on the linoleum. “Because, you know, it isn’t. You just put it down for however long, and you run. You try to make it to a new place before it gets back up.”...

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