To the End of the World…

Willems’ boots crunched over broken glass scattered across the floor. Torn out walls were all around, the innards of the building exposed to anyone who cared to look. But there were no longer any eyes in this particular high-rise, though many once resided here. Now there were only two pairs: the ones belonging to Willems,…

The Clerical Error

“Oh, great,” said Death, “you’re not supposed to be here yet.” Death drew out his clipboard and flipped through the pages, thoroughly annoyed. “I’m not?” asked Daniel, “That’s great! Oh man, what a relief!” “No, it’s really not,” Death replied as he roughly tore a sheet away. “But…it means I’m not dead,” Daniel said, confused.…

The Crush

“It’s not like we’ve got to worry about work tomorrow,” said Kevin, reclining¬†in the sand and swilling from a bottle of whiskey. The ocean laid in front of them, the stars reflecting off of the waves as they lapped upon the beach. “Isn’t that messed up, though?” asked Mel, as she hugged her knees to…

Paired Prose: The Meadow

Welcome to Paired Prose on Trope and Dagger! In this feature, we’re presenting two different short stories based on one element! This week’s element: “Frolic“ I thought I was crazy for the longest time. Poring through books filled with nonsense, talking to madmen who have read every old tome¬†with half-clothed girls ever written, eating up…