Knox had been hanging around 8th street since before they put in the ATMs. We didn't know where he lived, but that's where he'd been ever since I'd moved here about ten years ago. He used a cracked ... [+]
Short Fiction
1. All living things move
72 percent of adults never leave their hometown. Some don't recognize it as a choice. Some don't have the means. Some stay to take care of family.
I, on the other hand
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Her words tumbled out, slurring. "I sound like a drunk trying not to sound drunk," she said, a tentative laugh masking her fear. "There's something wrong with my basal ganglia and how it talks to my ... [+]
Dad and I live in the final car of the train. He needs to oversee the train's route at all times or else we'll get lost in the space-time continuum. We use the shower onboard and sleep in the rows of ... [+]
The train ride was her daily hour of freedom, but today's was different.
This morning, like any other, she had stuffed her lunch into her bag and scrambled to the station, dodging bicyclists and
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In a world of flux and motion, he finally felt that his life of a hundred missteps was reaching an even keel.
In high school, he was a gifted athlete with a talent for sprinting. He felt a sense of
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The rattle of bottles and cans betrayed the sun's quiet ascent that Wednesday morning. Above, in apartment 3D, Patricia rose from her bed. She was careful not to disturb her grandson, Carlitos, who ... [+]
Save your jibes about chronology. Our story starts here.
In 1820, a small book publisher in London named Richard Alyott received a letter from Monticello, in the American town of Charlottesville
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The blue is still. It is a silent sheet of teal, turquoise, blue-green, aqua. Agua. Water, deep and wide, as smooth as glass. Each tiny atom of every one of its billions of molecules rests now, serene ... [+]
I stand by my front door with car keys in hand, flip-flops on my feet, panic in my heart.
"Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is
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After rushing to catch her train, all Laura wanted was to close her eyes and zone out. She was late for work and people were crammed onto BART, but she managed to find a spot near the door where she ... [+]
I was running late for my date with Kat. No good reason for it, either. I just stood in the shower way too long thinking about how much I was dreading and looking forward to finally meeting ... [+]
Covid killed the casual carpool. Maya had used it from Oakland for two years. People who wanted a ride to San Francisco lined up in a designated place. Drivers who were willing to transport strangers ... [+]
My mother told me I should never date a guy who didn't have his own car. She said that it set some bad precedent, mixed up the lines between provider and provided-for. There's nothing more ladylike ... [+]
Loida leaped from pavement square to pavement square, wearing her multi-colored backpack and pink sneakers, carrying a heavy bag with both hands. She swung the front door open and called ... [+]