The Tomato Thief | Apex Magazine
14,000 Words 2017 Hugo Award Winner — Best Novelette WSFA Small Press Award-winner Grandma Harken lived on the edge of town, in a house with its back to the desert. Some people said that she lived …
A Fool’s Baneful Gallantry | Apex Magazine
7,700 Words 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 an…
Riding the Signal | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: Alec Chu traveled the high road, swinging his bot through the trees.
Master Brahms | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: 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.
Godzilla vs Buster Keaton, Or: I Didn’t Even Need a Map | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: The little girl reached up and tugged on her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy. That man’s here again!”
Toward a New Lexicon of Augury | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: I waste a hard-earned chit for public access to chase a clue that turns out to be poetry.
On the Day You Spend Forever with Your Dog | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: When the dog dies, she doesn’t know she is dying. You shouldn’t feel sorry for her. To her, life lasts forever.
A Witch’s Guide to Escape: A Practical Compendium of Portal Fantasies | Apex Magazine
4,900 Words You’d think it would make us happy when a kid checks out the same book a zillion times in a row, but actually it just keeps us up at night. The Runaway Prince is one of those low-budget…
The Life & Death of Mia Fremont: An Interview with a Killer
Murders Fell from Our Wombs
NOVELETTE: “We’re just two ordinary girls in a city bludgeoned by its state, modernity submerged in technology stabbing the stars with pollution and nonsensical dreams.”
Survival, After | Apex Magazine
What Sisters Take | Apex Magazine
This Is the Moment Or One of Them
Jesus Christ, Reanimator | Apex Magazine
4,600 Words The Second Coming was something of a washout, if you remember. It lit up early-warning radar like a Christmas tree, of course, and the Israeli Air Force gave the heavenly host a respect…
Waste | Apex Magazine
4,800 Words I was born with a tongue, but the others were not. This is how it is: We who live on the edge of the Heap are different. Harper’s arms are no more than nimble flippers that sprout expos…
Luminaria | Apex Magazine
2018 Darrell Awards Finalist 10,100 Words Each invitation, written on thick paper, hand-sweet, heavy stock. Deckled edges. Shadows grow long. The cicadas whir in the heat. She descends the great st…
Useless Things | Apex Magazine
7,300 Words “Señora?” The man standing at my screen door is travel stained. Migrant, up from Mexico. The dogs haven’t heard him come up, but now they erupt in a frenzy of barking to make up for the…
The Tomato Thief | Apex Magazine
14,000 Words 2017 Hugo Award Winner — Best Novelette WSFA Small Press Award-winner Grandma Harken lived on the edge of town, in a house with its back to the desert. Some people said that she lived …
Radishes | Apex Magazine
By Nick Wolven Weeds rise from the roof. We live beneath an accidental garden. It got worse with the summer rains. The shingles grew moldy, and yellow stalks rooted and sucked at the tar, turnin…
The Quiltmaker | Apex Magazine
20,000 words prologue: the pattern You never imagined you’d be in a place like this again. Mothers. Fathers. Schoolteachers. Children. All about you, children. To a tiny part of you, this setting i…
The Button Bin | Apex Magazine
5,700 Words “The Button Bin” was originally published by Helix: Speculative Fiction Quarterly in 2007 You know he’s the one who made your beloved niece disappear. He’s come out of his shop now, fus…
«Légendaire.» | Apex Magazine
9,400 Words Having seen the reggaezzi perform, the righteous of Sea-john shake their heads in wonder. They will then murmur severally or as one, «Légendaire.» [Tonight] The cavalcade forms u…
Benjamin Schneider’s Little Greys | Apex Magazine
By Nir Yaniv Translated from Hebrew by Lavie Tidhar This story is part of a special issue of Apex Magazine guest edited by Lavie Tidhar featuring international writers in support of his anthology T…
When the Fall is All That’s Left | Apex Magazine
2,275 Words Listen to the audio edition of “When the Fall is All That’s Left” # # # For Gabriele, gravity had ended. She spun unmoored, drifting in the outgassing light that spill…
The Pulse of Memory | Apex Magazine
FICTION: The first thing I fell in love with, other than my family, was the fish in tank two.
Captain Midrise | Apex Magazine
SHORT FICTION: The thing that broke your heart was, he could still fly.
4,400 Words The angel lets Elena out of the house for two hours to go to her friend’s birthday party. Such reprieves come few and far between, and Elena jumps at it, even if she can’t remember exac…short fiction | Apex Magazine
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3,400 words Caroline tucked an unruly strand of coarse brown hair up under her pink knit cap, shrugged the strap of her black violin case back into place over her shoulder, and hurried up the music…Penelope Waits
4,000 Words Listen to the audio version of “Penelope Waits” Penelope waited for Odysseus. A whole house full of suitors, some of whom had to be pretty hot, and she gave none of them the…
4,700 Words Gable began turning into a bird at night two days after her mother died. “Gable is a boy’s name,” one of the grandmothers said and turned her teacup in gnarled hands. A dark wart hung f…While the Black Stars Burn
3,400 words Caroline tucked an unruly strand of coarse brown hair up under her pink knit cap, shrugged the strap of her black violin case back into place over her shoulder, and hurried up the music…
7,700 Words (Translated from Russian by Alex Shvartsman) Firstly, my name is Marcus. Grandma sumtimes calls me Marcy. Marcy is a girls name. I should make her stop caling me by a girls name. But I …The Lightning Bird
4,700 Words Gable began turning into a bird at night two days after her mother died. “Gable is a boy’s name,” one of the grandmothers said and turned her teacup in gnarled hands. A dark wart hung f…