Original Fiction

The trains roar above and below. They never stop here. Never above and below, and never in the dark station where I am raising and dropping my knife, raising and…

Some said it was bad luck that they were twins. Like it would have been less eerie, less a sign of bad things coming, to find just one child in…

It would be the last thing I ever did, probably, but I still want to ask her, sometimes. To give up running, go back, and look her in the eye.…

“I’m scared.” “Don’t be,” she told him, the tiny boy whose name she didn’t even know, and heard the words clumsy and insensitive and terribly adult from her own lips.…

Life was hard on the stairs leading into the pit. But the screams below were worse, and the light above was frightening, so he made do as best he could.…

It had been easier, once, to just lie about having a wife. Better than trying to explain why he didn’t. Or ask why he should. More and more, the people…

Would it be better if he just stopped breathing? He tried sometimes, in the still of the night, but it was as hard as just choosing to stop should be.…

We made camp just over a thousand metres down. At least, according to the instruments, but I think Paul is the only one who believes those anymore. Just over halfway…

I am one of six children. None of us were born to the same mothers or abandoned by the same fathers, but we are family nonetheless. I am the oldest.…

“So just...” “Just catch a few of them in the net, right? Then into the jar, and we’re out of here. Just that easy.” It looked like it might be,…