short fiction

APEX MAGAZINE

Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.

APEX MAGAZINE

Strange. Surreal. Shocking. Beautiful.

Alec Chu traveled the high road, swinging his bot through the trees.

My board was dwindling quickly, and my anger at such a one-sided defeat was increased whenever I looked up into Brahms’ smug, synth face—my face.

The little girl reached up and tugged on her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy. That man’s here again!”

I waste a hard-earned chit for public access to chase a clue that turns out to be poetry.

The sign outside Hello Design Coffin Works read, FOR SALE: FANTASY COFFINS.

My granddad used to tell me that there were only two things he was afraid of: sharks and somehow finding himself in Iraq.

Every night, the devil sits himself on the lip of her bed and every night, she sighs and whispers the same word over and again. “Yes.”

My brothers imagined themselves the first to speak without mouths...

I was eight years old the first time I spoke to cancer.