Our Last Communion
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by Taylor Reed
5d ago
I’m clawing at the empty space in the pew beside me. Chestnut varnish is gathering under my fingernails and my heart is a frantic blackbird between my clavicles. Your mama’s sitting across the aisle. I can feel her eyes like a needle in the side of my head.  The communion wafer rests on my tongue, but all I feel is the memory of your lips parting from mine as the front door swings open. Your mama came home from book club early. She saw your hand high up under my blouse, then nothing but red. You told me to run. I left that house without you, the sound of a lamp shattering against the wal ..read more
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Soul Storm
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Angelique Fawns
1M ago
Ten Minutes After Cathy’s Death   I am in a downpour of people. Each of us captured in a rain drop. Bodies fuzzy through the water. We are falling. A torrent. A deluge.   A wizened face next to me is mashed against the clear wall of his drop. Confusion wrinkling his features. Mirroring my own. Beneath us is the ocean. Endless grey waves. I catapult towards the water, stomach flipping like a rollercoaster.  Where are you, Cherry? A moment ago, I was holding your hand. Your new diamond cutting into my palm, but I was too happy to care. Me, the giving, thoughtful one. You car ..read more
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The Sun Never Sets in Our Country
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Abhishek Sengupta
2M ago
~3400 words, ~20 minutes reading time    Hridi’s mind was a principle. A theory of waves. The first time her thoughts rippled onto my forehead, they had left scars. But not skin deep, the scars penetrated further—beyond matter, beyond minds, hearts, constitutions, borders, beyond the fractured landmass, and dipped into the salty sea of emotions. Whenever Hridi wished, she had my undivided attention. “Division is just a form of multiplication,” she said. “Divide your countries, and you multiply the bricks and barb wires. Divide your wardrobes, and you multiply ownership. Divide the ..read more
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The Devil Wears Skin
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Tyler Sookralli
2M ago
In the night, I found her, my sister, laying atop a crimson cloud, her ruby-soaked hand torn, its wretched fingers gripping like claws. I didn’t know she was dead. Not really. But I did know that what was beside her was alive—and more importantly, it knew I was too. # We arrived at the hell-house only the night prior, and the devil greeted us under the guise of a goddess. Gold-speckled ivory teeth. Soft Eyes. A face full of saggy creases. It was Nani, in all but truth, and she greeted us with the typical pinches, back-handed compliments, and relentless stabbing of questions.  The drive f ..read more
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Darnsworth Products
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by RSL
2M ago
~4600 words, ~25 minutes reading time People imagined the worst that cold December morning it arrived, fears flooding their minds; imagined coming downstairs to their TVs stolen, living rooms ransacked, their partners, pets, children gone. Nearly everyone agreed to creeping through their house with a tight chest and an overthinking mind, all of them drawn curiously to a single room in their house. With thumping hearts they peered from the safety of distance, hands shivering as they gripped the nearest wall. There, in the corner or on the countertop or on the charity shop plastic table, was th ..read more
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The Other Sky
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Heather Child
2M ago
~1450 words, ~10 minutes reading time At the Barrazza cafe in Ghent, you must be so close to the water that you become one with it. The circling midges are your thoughts; you are their bar and they drink cherry beer from your bloodstream. The thoughts come and go, never landing. The canal is a mirror. Above you there is a respectable burble of other languages. The moorhen has been there all the while, bobbing back and forth. Now there is an intimacy between you. You wanted to be close to the water. No need to look up at the old warehouses with their grain winches, no need to lift weary eyes ..read more
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In the Loams of Hope
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Jorja Osha
2M ago
~2800 words, ~14 minutes reading time You were born on the first day of Decimation Season when the hateful sky god Yadoh swallowed the fifth star, his daughter Mafuah. This is a story that will always follow you, you who came from the heaving swell of your Fourth Mother, planted by your Second Father. No matter what they tell you, none of these things matter. They will not determine your end. Even in your infantile state, you somehow know this truth as the great shamans speak over your small, squirming frame and declare your birth an ill omen. They deem you cursed. It’s on this night that yo ..read more
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I Saved The Crust For You, My Dear
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by S W Holmes
2M ago
I knew nothing of the dragon until my first shift down the mine. We entered the warm embrace of the earth, escaping the mists that seeped frigid distances between our close-knit hills each morning. Weathered miners welcomed me to the club, membership paid in dusted lungs and broken backs. Dad stifled a boyish smirk. I mimicked his tight-pressed lips, mistaking it for some knack to prevent inhaling dust. A sooty tickle swelled in my nostrils as we descended through passages burrowed into the rocky crust by our forefathers. For long hours we extracted tin ore from rocky casing with proper defer ..read more
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Kompot Made on an Alien Planet
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by J. Kosakowski
2M ago
Deeppyre-761c was identified as an Earth-like planet for the Maria-3 expedition to investigate. It was a rocky, terrestrial planet, with evidence of liquid water found on its surface. It had an active surface with mountains and plains. All features one expected on a theoretically-habitat planet. It also had plants, some of which looked very much like species native to Earth. On the fifty-third day, Zuzanna left the BioDome and ventured out on her own, looking for those plants that produced fruit, or something close. She knew it probably wasn’t the best idea, but it had been so long since she ..read more
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Everything, Nothing At All, and All That’s In Between
Apparition Literary Magazine » Short Fiction
by Rebecca Treasure
2M ago
https://apparitionlit.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/EverythingTREASURE_mixdown.mp3 ~3600 words, ~18 minutes reading time Patty Sue has the prettiest dirt around her ankles. Smooth and rich brown, with proper root-green beneath the clumps of soil and up her legs, palest peach, the skin more plant than person. When they feed her, she swallows, obedient and meek. She doesn’t complain about the smell, even though my gorge rises whenever they water her and the rot-sweet funk wafts with clouds of gnats from where her feet are. Or were. Not me. My dirt is uneven, disturbed. I can’t seem to hold s ..read more
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