Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

The Faery Handbag

by on Apr 19, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

8,000 Words I used to go to thrift stores with my friends. We’d take the train into Boston, and go to The Garment District, which is this huge vintage clothing warehouse. Everything is arranged by color, and somehow that makes all of the clothes beautiful. It’s kind of like if you went...

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Collecting James

by on Apr 15, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

4,100 Words   Two dozen seemingly identical chips rested atop small black stands, displayed on the shelves like treasure. James reached into the wide rosewood cabinet to inspect one of the pieces. It was the size of a thick poker chip. An almost perfect circle of bone. He took it...

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The Laura Ingalls Experience

by on Apr 11, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

6,200 Words I am on fire. Around me smoke and orange sparks spiral upwards. I feel the heat deep in my titanium bones, but there’s no pain. For a moment, I want to fight the instincts that scream at me to pull away. I twist out of the flames as a hundred kilos of heroic wagon driver...

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The Teratologist’s Brother

by on Apr 5, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

6,700 Words You can listen to our audio edition of this story here. nude woman, black veil, seated on the stairs she uncovers her face she sees me. — from The Scooby Doo Impasse by Peter Beall I got the call two weeks into the New Year. It didn’t surprise me. I felt empty as the Arizona...

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Dolly

by on Mar 22, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

6,000 words On Sunday when Dolly awakened, she had olive skin and black-brown hair that fell in waves to her hips. On Tuesday when Dolly awakened, she was a redhead, and fair. But on Thursday — on Thursday her eyes were blue, her hair was as black as a crow’s-wing, and her hands were red...

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Death Flowers of Never-Forgotten Love

by on Mar 15, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

1,800 words He rests like frozen time in the coffin—his face embalmed to wax, his cheeks flushed to rouge and an ever-sparkling smile on lips I’d kissed only days ago. Family and friends file by his body muttering inconsequentials, disbelief. “He looks so life-like” they say, even though...

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