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The Last House on Rainey St

“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…

Jun 28, 2021 •

A Wolf in The Garden

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…

Jun 1, 2021 •

May 2021

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…

May 21, 2021 •

Short fiction by M. Wyers

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…

May 11, 2021 •

April 2021

Yes, We're Closed

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…

Apr 13, 2021 •

March 2021

Dragons, or Something

“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…

Mar 29, 2021 •

February 2021

Waffle House Blues

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…

Feb 1, 2021 •

January 2021

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…

Jan 18, 2021 •

His hand reached into the center console, past the collection of old cables, receipts, and an empty CD case. The larger coins had shifted to the bottom…

Jan 7, 2021 •

December 2020

The Moon in Her Eyes

Alyssa had just finished the dishes when the coffee maker sputtered and spat, signaling the end of its brewing cycle. She dried out her favorite mug…

Dec 18, 2020 •

October 2020

All Scent and Seduction

We had danced that night. She followed me out of the club, abandoning her friends. This was the easy part. In the old days I would just feed on the…

Oct 15, 2020 •

September 2020

The Festival and the Firelight

It was a simple fair in a small town. The afternoon was filled with blue tarp wrapped stalls selling corn dogs the length of your forearm, long plastic…

Sep 22, 2020 •

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