1. Good fiction is self-sustaining. It’s an illusion with good bones, so to say. When you’re in it, you can poke it and pull it and sniff...

The giants set them in the trees to dry. What they were, the gatherers didn’t know. They couldn’t. The trees were too tall and they...

The throbbing white neon lights at the doorframe of the decontamination chamber flickered. The hum fluttered and rose, settled and rose...

Occasionally, time stops for me. Or more, it stutters, replaying in a one second loop. I can’t do anything different. All I can do is be...

“Our humans lived longer.” The sign is large with jarring orange text and includes a crude picture of a very fat, smiling human man. The...

He visited each castle twice. First as a minstrel. Then again, as a medicine seller. They loved the minstrel. The children cheered when...

Women stopped giving birth in the hospital. Not long after the war had started, men in black fatigues began to stand quietly at the...

He had been bleeding for ten days. “Cuts don’t seal,” said the doctor to the military man. “But the blood never stops. Ought to be dead...

Dear David, It’s our biggest sale of the year and we wouldn’t want you to miss out! Here are some great sale items we think you’d really...

The man was a mess of old scars and freshly sealed wounds. An eye missing. One purple, flapping nostril, dangling like a blown tire. He...

There was a wife who wanted to be a mother. She had a husband who did not want to be a father. As much as the wife begged, she couldn’t...

As is tradition, I have successfully ignored this website for two years, so now I must give it more attention than it deserves. And in...

On a sunny Tuesday in June, Matt Finnigan met Arthur Finnigan at the baggage area of the Portland Jetport. “Good flight?” grunted Art,...

I know you’re excited to see her, dear, but please don’t hug your grandmother too tightly. She’s very old, you see. Her bones are brittle...

When Nyubo awoke it was winter. A slate gray winter, more chill than cold, more frost than ice. The world was all slick and silver,...

Nan sent me down to the pet sematary. She told me to look for a wooden cross marked with the name Bandit. “It’s fresh dug,” she explained...

Four-ten seven spores. No. Four-ten eight. Four-ten eight. I must stop counting them. They will not multiply. They will not increase....

My great nan says the Moon used to be just one color. It was white, or cream, and I guess sometimes a little orange (and then a lot...

Riley Wakeland knew her name. She knew her mother’s face. She knew the smell of her grandfather’s tractor when it first started and she...

The raccoon is smiling at me. He’s standing on the windowsill leering at me. The moon is at his back and all I can see is white teeth and...