Short Fiction


Dorothy Dances in the Land of Oz

  –and I’m holding her hand as tightly as I could, like capturing light in between clenched fists, like encapsulating a deluge in a teacup—hopeless, but I held on anyway. In hindsight, this was the essence of our friendship—undying love and futile desperation; starvation only the half-dead could relate to, that addiction to life and... More


The Rook

  Camouflaged with the dusty appearance of brick and mortar, Richard nestled into his lunchtime nook. He did not need to conceal himself, he was concealed through parlour tricks of the common man. He had stopped obscuring himself long ago. He stood in an underused Bay street doorway, on a step laid with faded green... More

Men of the Earth III

Men of the Earth – Part III

“I may be retiring, but don’t kid yourself, kid,” Mr. Gore said. “I still know things about this place.” Mr. Gore was never a man to shout or raise his voice, but you knew he was mad when he started ridiculing. In the last days of work on the Road Hogarth was using the tamping... More

Federico Bebber – no title

Jesus the Moth

The house is by itself on a long country road, surrounded by a darkness so thick it could be tangible, like a web that will catch you and hold you while some monstrous spider crawls from the blackness to suck you dry. The place is lit up bright, and you can see it through the... More


Feature Chapter from Savage 1986-2011 by Nath...

Savage 1986-2011 by Nathaniel G. Moore is being released later this month by Anvil Press, but at Swept, we’re featuring a chapter from Moore’s new novel, called Blue Monday! Nathaniel G. Moore is a Toronto-based writer of poetry and fiction, as well as journalism. Savage 1986-2011 is the fifth book Moore has authored. Check out his... More

La Ilegada de la primavera

Men of the Earth – Part II

  It went this way for several weeks and would’ve, I’m certain, continued to the end of the summer if I hadn’t run into them by chance. Horacio was with another younger man in the food court eating burgers and fries and I asked if I could join them and Horacio nodded to indicate that... More



Her lips tasted how the colour red smells: gushing and violent and electric. The lake left the scent of saltwater on her teeth, and as you dusted your fingertips over her blush, you swore you heard thunder. “Nobody writes good love stories anymore.” — The nuclear explosion happened at eleven o’clock at night, on Tuesday... More

“Buyuk Umutlar” (translates into “Great Expectations”)

The Indian Giver

Short Fiction from Toronto writer Greg Loon.... More

Men of the Earth

Men of the Earth – Part I

“Out of anybody in the world,” said Amadeus, “who would you choose?” It was one of those afternoons and we had nothing. Amadeus didn’t talk a lot but he also hated silence, so if nobody spoke up he would try to fill the space. I couldn’t help smiling at his meaningless questions like that, it was... More


Summer Sweet

Summer Sweet by Anthony J.S. Leclair Ah, Summer. Lawn mowers roaring, dogs barking at the returned geese…geese chasing the barking dogs, the patio door swinging wide and loosely back and forth in the wind, music blaring, kids screaming over all of it…all carried in the heavy air, damp from the night’s teaser of today’s storm…or... More

knife hunt


Jackknife   On the day I turned thirteen, I was given the best gift anybody ever gave me. I remember that birthday very specifically because on that day something happened that had been promised to me years before. That afternoon our five-member family gathered in the living room to open my gifts, with my mom... More

Darker Than

Darker Than

Winter Banos is Canadian, seventeen--and in great danger. Her family home has been destroyed and now she finds herself hunted. Creatures of the dark are looking for her: a vampire named Lucius, a werewolf called Jerome, and other monsters as well, all with intentions unknown. Who--or what--are the Protectors? And what of the mysterious witch who lives in... More