Faefyx is a freelance writer and editor with experience working for sites such as Screen Rant, Into (Q.Digital), Polygon, and more. They focus primarily on popular culture, LGBTQ+ issues, current affairs, and more. They are also podcaster, and an occasional musician.
In fiction, Faefyx tends towards science fiction, fantasy, and mystery. You can read a selection of Faefyx’s short fiction for free here, and support Faefyx’s Patreon to receive short stories and serial-form longer narratives.
Here’s a small sampling of short stories that I have written over the years. I’ll add more from time to time. They will often be slightly older stories as once they are published here it reduces the possibility of them being accepted elsewhere. Read, enjoy, and let me know what you think of them.
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The story of a man’s love and loss on the way to the end of the world.
Where once there had been lush forests, streams, and the constant chitter of wildlife, there was now only an empty expanse. The ground was laid bare, cracked and dusty, as an unrelenting sun burnt down.
The weathered man sat on a rock, surveying the scene, hands clasped tightly, elbows propped on knees. It felt like he’d been here a long time. He wasn’t even sure where here was anymore. This place felt like a whole other world to him now.
A woman reflects on a traumatic event, too late to affect the outcome.
I’m not sure if I locked the door.
I was in such a rush out of the house that I don’t really remember. It would have been easy to forget. And we live in such a bad neighborhood—well, I think we do. Kevin says there’s nothing to worry about. But if I could just go back and check.
Although, if I could, there’s a lot of things I would like to do, things I wish I had done differently. I think I’d already started going over some of them as I drove away, pushing the gas pedal into the floorboard. I’d needed to get out of there, but once you’re on the road there’s only so much you can think about. The speed gave me some release.
Part of an in-progress interconnected short story collection Beyond the End – There are more Beyond the End stories available right now on Faefyx’s Fiction Patreon!
A stranger finds a curious kind of welcome and hears a foreboding story in a growing settlement.
The wind whipped a gust of sand across my face again. I could feel the coarse grains lash at my cheeks while others got caught in my stubble. I’d tied a makeshift scarf around my face some miles back, but it had slipped down and now hung loosely around my neck. I could pull it up, but it was caked in the smell of sweat and dirt, made my face too warm in the afternoon sun, and made my breathing heavy. It would just fall down again anyway.
In this empty waste, I found myself confronted with a road sign that had been left standing by some grace of…well, whatever. It announced a welcome, but the name of the town to which it welcomed me was broken off—it seemed fitting, given that the town itself was long gone now as well. But I didn’t need the name. I recognized the sign. If I went round to the back of it, I’d find my own initials etched there, along with those of a high school sweetheart’s who had probably gone the same way as the town and most of the rest of the population.
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