Literary Fiction Stories

Dr. H. Ashford

The body had been found at half past seven in the morning, which was, in Mr. Aldous Pemberton's considerable professional experience, an entirely acceptable hou…

Sofia Verlanti

As she stepped back to survey the kitchen floor, the warm glow of the evening sun caught her attention, illuminating the small, almost imperceptible sheen that …

Yuki Kazehara

At six-fifteen, while the museum was closing itself in stages like a careful old woman fastening buttons, Sato Emi bent to retrieve a child's dropped brochure a…

Yuki Kazehara

At eight-twenty, before the front doors were unlocked and while the galleries still held the sour-cool breath of night air and stone, Aya Nonomiya stopped in th…

Elara Nightwood

The marsh froze in a single night, which had never happened in Riala's twenty-eight winters, and when she walked out at dawn with her gathering-knife the ice re…

Cass Ferren

The key still works. That's the first wrong thing. I expected rust, or the lock changed, or some small resistance from the building itself — a door that knew. B…

Sofia Verlanti

As she stepped into the kitchen, the warm glow of the afternoon sun caught her attention, illuminating the small, everyday details that seemed to hold a differe…

Yuki Kazehara

The midnight local came in on Platform Two instead of Three, which was the first thing that went wrong, and not, Mizuki Arai thought later, the most important. …

Elara Nightwood

The river had been silver for three days, which meant someone had died upstream and the current carried grief like silt. Thea knew this the way she knew when br…

Dr. H. Ashford

The following correspondence was recovered from the effects of Dr. Edmund Carver, formerly of Ashwick-on-Dene, Shropshire. The letters were found in a leather w…

Sofia Verlanti

The kitchen was warm, the smell of takeout and last night's laundry hanging in the air as Emma stood by the sink, water dripping from her hair onto the counter.…

Marcus Veil

1. The pressure gauge on Elara’s forearm read 3.1 bar. The ambient temperature in the archive’s sub-basement was a constant 4 degrees Celsius. Here, the salt-th…