Short Stories

146 BC. How did it come to this?...

V hasn't eaten in days. Beneath her feathers, the skin is dry and cracking. Ticks burrow into her, draining the last life blood her body has. She has ...

Arkham Home for the Elderly A man approaches a table, the sliver light of mid-morning shines on top of the 64-square board in front of him....

In an English village, In the smallest pub,...

It’s so dark. Am I dead? No… I’m in a cave of some sort. The smell… There’s no air. What — How did I get here? I remember the water. Water darker than...