MOSFET Mag
“Sorry I’m late,” Kira said, throwing her bag over the back of the chair. “There’s no parking down here anymore.” Ashley laughed, putting her phone face down on the table, “Don’t worry, I took an Uber and just sat down myself. “How are you doing?” The waiter arrived and handed K…
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This all began last Thursday. Evelyn had a small office nestled high in the old tower. Every night after supper, she would climb the stairs, sit at a l…
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Cheap cigarette butts floated in the flooded sand of the ashtray by the front doors. At night the wet sidewalk reflected gold light from the street lig…
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Welcome to MOSFET Mag standalone short fiction by M. Wyers, updated twice a month. Sign up now so you don’t miss an issue. In the meantime, tell your f…
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The shrill chorus of alarms resounded across every phone in the room. Each patron frantically trying to access their device and put it on silent. James…
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“Dragons aren’t real, you idiot.” Tommy said, sucking the last bits of poptart from his sticky fingers. “Yes they are. Dad says so!” Tommy crumpled the…
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2:00 AM: “You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!” The bartender shouted as he slapped the house lights on, the scorching yellow light filli…
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Lisa pulled the tap on the coffee maker, filling up the largest cup they had. The smell of nearly fresh coffee mixed with gasoline and whatever was in …
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