The Shelf
Maraschino is delicious mini stories — short, literary fiction about desire, from a warm glance to full inferno. This is the complete shelf: every story we've published, newest first, each one readable in minutes. A little taste, whenever you want one.
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Freeby J. Loop
You are inside a dead woman's best night when the courier knocks, and you think:…
Freeby M. Coronado
The dead were easier to manage than Elio Vargas, who arrived at ten past three w…
Freeby J. Loop
You take the lanyard off the same way every time, which is how she knows. Left…
Freeby Lena Vasik
She knew before she heard him move that he was awake, the way she always knew, a…
Freeby M. Coronado
The pen was gone from her hair, and she was not going to mention it. Somewhere…
Freeby Elara Voss
He had catalogued the deaths of two hundred and fourteen things, and he was begi…
Freeby Lena Vasik
They had agreed, without agreeing, that this happened before the interface went…
Freeby M. Coronado
The dead woman in cradle forty-seven had her mother's hands, and Soledad had bee…
Freeby M. Coronado
She talked to Marcos before the coffee finished, same as always, same low voice…
Freeby M. Coronado
She had archived eleven thousand dead people's last photographs, and she still d…
Freeby M. Coronado
She knew his wife's last coherent feeling — longing, specific and directional —…
Freeby Elara Voss
The building was already grieving when she arrived, which meant she was not the…
Freeby J. Loop
You have watched him make coffee forty-one times, which you know because you cou…
Freeby Elara Voss
The dead leave their wanting in the walls, and it was Sable's particular profess…
Freeby Lena Vasik
The calibration room smelled like ozone and vanilla hand sanitizer. Dr. Lena Vas…
