The latest offerings in NiftyLit fiction.

Yavuz Altun

A year ago, I came up with the idea of a game to spice up our marriage. I am usually…

Jessica Bakar

My arms were already burning when she asked if I knew what love meant. I opened my mouth, but there were only pins. Nightmares and ugly dogs. I said I only love things I shouldn’t. 

Carol Willis

Your tennis match is over. The late afternoon sun has already dipped behind the hills, and during the last part of the match, the trajectory of the ball over the net had been hard to follow in the shadows.

Anjali Venugopal

The floor is sticky. It whispers of spilled beer and vomit among a presumably wide array of other fluids. You worry for the soles of your shoes. They are new.

Ayotola Tehingbola

WHEN the man stopped hearing Jupiter knock knock knock on him, the physician found larvae hanging upside down in both his ears.

AM Larks

"I am usually the one in control, the one working, the one in charge of someone else’s life, their body, and appearance. But here at Singapore Electric, Cheng is taking charge of my body, my appearance, my life."

Jimmy Lis

"Bill looked past Joyce, out the window, imagining his son parked in the cell phone lot of the Minneapolis airport, awaiting his father’s call, like so many late nights innocently posed at the front bay window of their home, hoping his father could, at least, be home in time to tuck him in."

Hannah Terrent

"This was not the argument he was planning to revive. That argument was dead, withered like an ancient mummy and stuck in the closet where it would always remain out of sight, yet never buried. He sighed, 'Look. All I want is a terrapin, is that so much to ask?'"