Flash Fiction

Marona Shrike returned from her first job with the severed right hand of a billionaire. Unceremoniously she threw it on the bounty table of the assassin’s...

“Well?” he asked. “What do you think?” Martineus’s eyes darted back to the page, scanning for something – anything – to like about the script in...

It was the tenth rejection to come by paper bird that day. Thavma sat in her ex-boyfriend’s (ex-ex boyfriend? Too soon to tell) studio apartment and...

cw for sexual harassment On Staccato’s first day playing the Salted Slug tavern, a man placed his hand on the small of her back on his...

“Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell.” Amber had been...