Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

Queen of Dirt

by on Feb 7, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

5,700 Words Brit lowered her wooden sword and sighed. She loved her students. But the girls kept hesitating, getting hung up on the moves, lagging behind. The three boys in the class of nine had stayed with her through the form, but when they thought she wasn’t looking they whaled at the...

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Masked

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

3,000 words It’s been a whole month since anyone’s seen Vera, and the circumstances of us finally seeing her this weekend are going to be ultra grody-odd, so I deliberate forever doing my Face. In the end I decide to go subtle: an airbrushed conglom of three of my most flattering private...

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The Quiltmaker

by on Jan 19, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

20,000 words prologue: the pattern You never imagined you’d be in a place like this again. Mothers. Fathers. Schoolteachers. Children. All about you, children. To a tiny part of you, this setting is familiar. These hard chairs built a little too small, with their desk flaps scarred by...

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The Invisible Box

by on Jan 16, 2017 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

1,100 Words Viola watched the unconscious man trapped inside the transparent cube. He would wake soon. She counted down the seconds until his eyelids fluttered. The sedative’s dosage had been precisely timed. Her engineering background gave her the skills to systematically plan every...

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Soliloquy in a Cheap Diner Off Route 66

by on Jan 12, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

3,700 Words He presses pause and life stops. The trucker in the red and black flannel shirt at the counter is stuck in mid chew of a meatloaf that was never meant to linger. The young woman in the blue jeans and white blouse holds an angry fist over a jukebox infamous for taking payment...

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The Dark Birds

by on Jan 9, 2017 in Short Fiction | 6 comments

7,600 words My mother had daughters year after year, and one by one, my father devoured us. There were only three names allowed in the family, and only three children. There was the oldest, who was always Ruth, and the middle child, who was always Susan. The youngest was “the baby” or...

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