The Niddah
A woman seeks her mother in a world decimated by Mutational Hemorrhaging Fever.
Read Moreby Elana Gomel | Jan 12, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
A woman seeks her mother in a world decimated by Mutational Hemorrhaging Fever.
Read Moreby Charles Payseur | Jan 5, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
The winner of our 2020 Holiday Horrors Flash Fiction contest!
Read Moreby Fargo Tbakhi | Jan 5, 2021 | Current Issue, Short Fiction | 0
Getting to the other side of the Arab Quarter means going through the New Tel Aviv settlement civic center but I really don’t have a choice if I want to get some cash and keep drinking.
Read Moreby Beth Dawkins | Nov 10, 2020 | Short Fiction | 0
There are two kinds of people; those who go over the wall, and those who stay behind. No one who goes over the wall is heard from again.
Read Moreby Maurice Broaddus | Nov 10, 2020 | Short Fiction | 2
The gun-toting boys waved through a truck laden with supplies. Kerchiefs covered the faces of those who bothered to protect themselves at all. In a testament to their rugged image of manhood, most went without masks.
Read Moreby LaShawn W. Wanak | May 31, 2019 | Short Fiction | 2
Rosetta knelt to look at the stump in the corner of her client’s bedroom. It had the likeness of a ten-year-old boy, four feet tall, dressed in an oversized shirt and suspenders, and its features were flawless, from the newsboy’s cap cocked on its tight curls, to its pupil-less eyes fringed with long eyelashes.
Read Moreby Wole Talabi | May 29, 2019 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction | 2
Today, in a small, quiet room near the centre of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital, I went into the cold darkness of sleep and when I returned to the warm light of consciousness, I had become a god.
Read Moreby Tobias S. Buckell | May 23, 2019 | Short Fiction | 2
You’ve heard of Bitcoin? You know what cryptocurrency is?
Read Moreby Veronica Brush | May 21, 2019 | Short Fiction | 3
You have to understand, I woke up one day, and if I’d had any sort of life before that day, I didn’t remember it.
Read Moreby Tananarive Due and Steven Barnes | May 14, 2019 | Short Fiction | 0
“Shit,” Charlotte Berry whispered as the fog of sleep began to clear. She heard Arthur fumbling in the bathroom cabinet and saw his reflection in the mirror, salt-and-pepper hair and a small bald spot as he hunched over, a medicine bottle close to his face. She wanted to pretend he only needed reading glasses. But it was far worse than that.
Read Moreby Suyi Davies Okungbowa | May 7, 2019 | Award Nominees, Short Fiction | 4
Do not go out to the dunes, the Chief says to Isiuwa. You’d do well not to awaken the wrath of the whistling gods.
Read Moreby Derek Lubangakane | Apr 16, 2019 | Short Fiction | 0
At sunfall, the sellward, the spellcaster, and the wyrmrider paused at the foot of a dune and peered at the sun wester across the Sahael, the sea of sand. They had walked thirty days and were yet to come upon an oasis, caravan, or waykeep. At this rate, even a quick death seemed impossible.
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