Short Fiction

Jerrold’s Agreement

   Jerrold’s Agreement by D.D. Renforth Before the abduction Jerrold was a stockbroker in Toronto who led a life of excessive indulgence and extravagance. On business in Istanbul, partying with his...


Cloud Bath

  I remember that Saturday afternoon still, the bugs in the park, the heat, the cheap Korean beer in my hand. I was on my own. My sort-of-girlfriend at the...


Barnaby Jones: Part II

II   Ande a Greate hearte thundered in the voide saying: “seake pater, ande alle that woulde be…. sprange forthe.”    hayte and amore bothe as woeful and brighte and...


Anima Libra – Part III

The website bothered the hell out of me, not just due to the content, but something felt off about the pictures themselves.  They looked way too perfect, almost manufactured.  The...


Anima Libera – Part II

  I do my best to open the front door with a degree of stealth, not wishing to disturb my ersatz landlord from his daily routine of playing online games...


The Century Tree

  They say that home isn’t a place – home is people. And perhaps they’re right, at that. Few places seem homey without the benediction of familiar faces and voices....


Gangsterland

  I’m crashing my way through six blocks of coral reef to your heart. When I speak of heart I am not referring to the paper red cut-outs that we...


Anima Libra – Part I

  “Oh…oh, God…” she gasped, her breath hitting sweet against the growing beads of sweat against my neck, sending shivers along my bloodied back as her nails dig into my...


Men of the Earth – Part IV

    “Where the hell are they,” Hogarth growled. He was referring to the conspicuous absence of Amadeus and Lee, on that day of all days. It could’ve also been...


The Fever

  After she left me, I was in a fever. I wanted chaos. I wanted never ending darkness. I tore down the curtains, clawed at the wall paper and I...


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....


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...


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...


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...


Working as a stockboy at Sobeys

I used to move stock from the back of the store to the front of it. I would stock dry goods on shelves and perishable products in the coolers. It...


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...


Lucy

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...


The Indian Giver

Short Fiction from Toronto writer Greg Loon....


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...


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...