Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

Cemetery Man

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

4,900 Words She lay bleeding upon her cartridge belts. She could not stand up. The piercing pain in her stomach would not allow it. Catalina raised her head, squinting. A man with a long coat, shiny boots and a small leather case—the kind a doctor might use—approached her. Was that their...

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The Edge of Things

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

6,600 words The problem, of course, is that the world ended. She’s lying in her bed, staring at the sloping scribbles on the ceiling. Downstairs, the party continues as ever. Voices rise from the parlor at all hours of the night, beckoning her with wild words she can’t quite make out....

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Behind Her, Trailing Like Butterfly Wings

by on Dec 5, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

6,300 Words “Sit here.” He pulls out a thin panel from the front of his kiosk, punches it into the third dimension, then into its secondary function as a chair, and places it in front of me. “Here’s safe.” In the heat of summer, the short grey bristles on Frank Krayec’s head glisten with...

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The Dude Who Collected Lovecraft

by and on Nov 21, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

5,500 Words I drove a brand-new rental car I couldn’t afford—next year’s model, so in a way it was a car from the future—from the Amherst Amtrak stop and into the Vermont countryside, which was just as picturesque as all the calendar photos had led me to expect. The green mountains...

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by on Nov 14, 2017 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

7,700 Words (Translated from Russian by Alex Shvartsman) Firstly, my name is Marcus. Grandma sumtimes calls me Marcy. Marcy is a girls name. I should make her stop caling me by a girls name. But I cant. She washed my soiled diapers when I was litle. She didnt sleep nites. She personaly...

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An Unexpected Boon

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

6,100 words Kalyani had to stop and touch the Jambu trees lining the road, each exactly twice, or else her insides would itch. She counted as she walked. “Twelve. Fourteen. Sixteen,” she murmured, tapping the bark lightly with the pad of her index finger. “Hurry up,” Aruni said. Her...

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