Fall Action and Adventure Short Stories

Tommy navigates the frozen brick canyons of Winnipeg's Exchange District, dodging modern outlaws and ancient ghosts of prairie ambition.

The chainsaw cuts were jagged, leaving the century-old stump looking like a shattered bone in the mud.

The mud hardened on his kneecap. The solar array hummed a low, annoying note. It was time.

I watched the ice break against the bridge piling. The water was gray, fast, and completely indifferent.

The rope snapped taut against Red’s wrists, biting into the skin right as the first ice fell.

I was staring at a five-hundred-pound gourd when the mobility scooter crashed through the frost-heavy brush.