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I’m already dead. All that’s left is the waiting. The first thing I did—after trying to restart the engines, after doing the math, after uselessly calling for help, after all...
One Last Light to Guide Me Home
I’m already dead. All that’s left is the waiting. The first thing I did—after trying to restart the engines, after doing the math, after uselessly calling for help, after all...
Welcome to another Words for Thought. Somehow, the calendar has turned over again. The end of one year and the beginning of another can be a time for reflection and...
Words for Thought: Short Fiction Review
Welcome to another Words for Thought. Somehow, the calendar has turned over again. The end of one year and the beginning of another can be a time for reflection and...
In the Apex flash fiction contest, for the month of November, we read stories rising from the theme of ‘Folklore.’ While we received an abundance written from international perspectives, with...
Intellectual Colonialism and the Erasure of South and Eastern European Writin...
In the Apex flash fiction contest, for the month of November, we read stories rising from the theme of ‘Folklore.’ While we received an abundance written from international perspectives, with...
If the world had carried on as it was, I might have given Pastor Dan a second chance after he showed me his demon collection. He was handsome after all,...
Excerpt of THE CELLAR BELOW THE CELLAR by Ivy Grimes
If the world had carried on as it was, I might have given Pastor Dan a second chance after he showed me his demon collection. He was handsome after all,...
If the world had carried on as it was, I might have given Pastor Dan a second chance after he showed me his demon collection. He was handsome after all,...
Excerpt of THE CELLAR BELOW THE CELLAR by Ivy Grimes
If the world had carried on as it was, I might have given Pastor Dan a second chance after he showed me his demon collection. He was handsome after all,...
The very little town of N. was largely bypassed by the revolution—the red cavalries thundered by, stopping only to appropriate the ill-gotten wealth of Countess Komarova, the lone survivor of...
Citizen Komarova Finds Love
The very little town of N. was largely bypassed by the revolution—the red cavalries thundered by, stopping only to appropriate the ill-gotten wealth of Countess Komarova, the lone survivor of...
The bell clangs a second time and I shuffle out of the heat of the inner courtyard, the tiles shimmering from the midday sun. With my hand on the bolt,...
Un Lamento de Flores
The bell clangs a second time and I shuffle out of the heat of the inner courtyard, the tiles shimmering from the midday sun. With my hand on the bolt,...