Ghost Story: Esther examined the exorcist she’d hired; stocky, grizzled, and in the moonlight, transparent.


Conspiracy Fiction: “And you haven’t told anyone else this?” said the human rights commissioner, closing the blinds.


Post Apocalypse: He paid for the water in iPod shuffles, which were so ubiquitous in the ruins that they’d become the local coinage.


Comic Fantasy: The Empire of the Cat-People, though formidable, was distracted by a very, very long piece of string.


Creative Nonfiction: Anne painted pictures inspired by the musician Ravel, who, like her, had a brain disease that manifested in creativity.


Magic Realism: The walls of our hut were made from a single unbroken ring of bark from the tree my grandfather spent his life chopping down.


Erotic: “Our order,” the Mother Superior confessed, “Has the most unusual habits.”


Alternate History: The border guard reluctantly accepted five million rands, and we escaped into Zimbabwe.


Crime: I regained consciousness lying in a circle of policemen, with the murder weapon in my hand and the shoe on the other foot.


Fan Fiction: “Thank goodness you’re here, Sam,” said Han. “Take the controls, and let’s see what this baby can do.”