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Published Stories

an upright ceramic hand with a palmistry map written out on it in red and black.

May 2026

“Between the Head and the Heart Lines” at failbetter

“Sibley notices immediately that Arianne Hebert’s life story is scattered across her palm like a handful of freshly tossed pick-up sticks, she’d be easily misled, easily convinced. There is very little space between her thumb and life line, and the shallow heart line with the circles across it – like someone had pressed two pennies into her palm – indicate this woman has suffered.”

Novus Literary Arts Journal

April 2026

“Workplace Injuries” at Novus Literary Arts Journal

“After I’d organized the container drawer, a mess of orphaned tops and bottoms, I recommended that Tammy toss all the plastic and replace it with glass. I researched where to buy it and sent her the link. She loved the initiative. That was the problem with their old housekeeper, she’d said. “She did the bare minimum, and even then, it was half-hearted.” I laughed because that’s what my mother had said about me. My modus operandi, as she’d called it, my whole view of the world, my dad jabbed, was a cross between half-assed and half-hearted.”

March 2026

“A Girl Named Janie” at Literary Heist

“Ever since Bluesy died, it was just Martha and the girl. She didn’t want her anymore, but what to do, what to do. Five months without Bluesy, if the girl disappeared too, maybe the superintendent would ask questions, maybe the girl would cry and kick up a fuss, maybe better to leave well enough alone.”

the top half of the cover of the December 2024 issue of Blank Spaces magazine

December 2024

“Everything Was Fine Before Lisa Got Here” at blank spaces

This story was first written in an undergraduate creative writing class. I wanted to explore how one grieves when sadness is forbidden, when loving a complicated father is frowned upon.

2024

“Proof” at Blue Lake Review

This is a story that lived in the car on those long drives home from New Hampshire and now it’s here!

December 2023

“What’s So Funny?” at Synchronized Chaos

Many of my stories exist in the rift between the real and the imagined, the stress, the hope, the dreams, the fears, the horrors of motherhood, grief, life and love. What’s so Funny? is another reconstruction of fear.

Alison Gadsby

Fall 2022

“The Deal With Roger” at The Ex-Puritan

This is a story about what it means to be different and to escaping low expectations, self-doubt and an abusive humanoid.

2022

“The Exception to the Rule” at Fleas on the Dog

“Jack’s roaring laughter ricochets off the walls and lands on Mason’s ears like a boxer’s punches. He wraps his arms around his head.

Mason circles the room trying to escape the sound, but instead he is swimming in hate, drowning in this dying man’s confidence. He slams the gun down on Jack’s head and he falls forward, chair and all at Mason’s feet. Silent. Mason collapses beside him.”

It was a great honour to have two flash pieces included in the final issue of antilang, a magazine of literary brevity.

Spring 2022

“Twirling” at antilang

“Jonesy saw the first row of shiny silver leotards behind the float with the old people tap dancing.”

“all that i had” at antilang

“We sat under a pussy willow tree with the big box of chocolate chip cookies between us, the ones with the cross in the middle. Jesus Cookies.”

June 2022

“Strife” at Dreamers Creative Writing

My short story, Strife, is about anxiety and how trauma is the stealth bomber of mental illness.

January 2022

“Yesterday’s Gone” at Sledgehammer Literary Journal

Another fantastic literary space for flash fiction is now archived. Happy my story, “Yesterday’s Gone,” is still alive on Sledgehammer, a lovely UK lit mag.

2021

“Bruises Don’t Leave Scars” at Coastal Shelf

This is a very personal story about how hard it is to love someone

December 2019

“A Better Parent” at The Writing Disorder

“A Better Parent” is an exploration of what it means to be a good parent when judgment is blurred.

“His eyes wander up every few minutes, not to Niki, but to the empty spaces around her. No Dad. He’s had his headphones on since he woke up. She knows she shouldn’t be here, but it’s her weekend. She hasn’t been to a swim meet in two years. Ever since Jeremy got fast and started qualifying for bigger and faster meets, he always chose his dad.

It started with the dog. The thing she’d hoped might save her marriage. One parent had to stay home with the puppy while the other did swim practices and meets. Niki got the dog.”