Short Fiction

Home is Where the Backstory Is

Jeannine Brokaw

After another fast-paced day, the four adventurers were sitting in the bar of the Dragon’s Dungeon Inn. Suddenly, they felt a change in the air as the geometric orbs of predestination ceased thei ... [+]

Short Fiction


Oluwatobi Adepoju

Jumoke, Deji, and James are Nigerian-American students from Virginia that received a fellowship to work at a technology company in the central city of Lagos, Nigeria. They have been tasked to pitch ... [+]

Short Fiction


Catherine Green

              It’s always jarring to see my mother’s face on a magazine. People talk about magazines being glossy, but most aren’t. They’re nearly dull. This one screams ... [+]

Short Fiction

All Lined Up

John Lin

I am sitting on the staircase looking out the window while the mother takes down the balloons and streamers. Painful quiet in the air until finally the gray car pulls up in the driveway. I stand up ... [+]

Short Fiction

Home Away

Kate Kowalski

With the customary three raps of Gavin’s life-size StarFleet Viroblade-2000 replica, the biweekly meeting of the Beechwood Middle Intergalactic Relations Club commenced. The BMIR Club (pronounced ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Shared Home

Conor Sokolowsky

I stared into death; death stared back. The piercing gaze of the beast pinned me. I could not move. Dare not move. Locked in its predatory gaze, my vision tunneled. I was tuned to the highest note ... [+]

Short Fiction

Where is home?

Joo Young Ok

a. the house you grew up in
When you close your eyes, the images, sounds, smells, all come flooding back.
It’s been years, but you can still transport yourself in an instant, across time ... [+]

Short Fiction

Typically, But Not Always

Taylor Yamaguchi

Kepler sighed as he sat down at his desk. In the distance, he could hear the bell signaling the departure of the field research ships from the space station. An image of himself in the royal blue of ... [+]

Short Fiction

Four Poster Bed

Hablo Tyler

“Martha, stop that dear. You’re being silly.” 
“Yes, mother.” I cease fiddling with my dinner utensils and look outside. I can see the gorgeous garden spread out before me; a large ... [+]

Short Fiction


Tara Malloy

I have sat by you for most of your life. I have loved you for even longer.
When you were first born, it was winter. As the season passed, you grew into your rosy cheeks and big brown ... [+]

Short Fiction

Ghost City

Madison Sasman

The man playing the guitar didn’t want to be famous. He preferred the street corner, ‘cause the crowds paid him no attention, and the liquor store was on the same block. Sometimes he’d leave ... [+]

Short Fiction


Marriya Schwarz

With my tongue flapping in the wind, I saw that the trees I passed were black and white. The buildings were black and white; the sky was black and white; everything was black and white. I’m a ... [+]

Short Fiction

Seeking Green

Olivia Even

The attic was dark and warm. Not a pleasant kind of warmth — the kind of mid-August heat that results in nothing but nausea and misery. The room was stuffy and the ceiling low, which made standing ... [+]

Short Fiction

In The Field

Isabelle Gareis

Chirp chirp chirp,
The birds sang outside, as they overlooked a long green field. The blades of grass grew tall, the sunlight bounced against the leaves, warming the petals of the wildflowers ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Journey

Nathaniel Beardsley

Wind whistled over the barren landscape as the boy climbed yet another hill. He paused for a moment when he reached the top, resting his legs and rubbing his hands for warmth, then pushed his way ... [+]