Short Fiction

Tuesdays at Jenny's

Sydney Suedmeier

For the past nine Tuesdays, Libby had spent the afternoon at Jenny's Gymnastics Club, which was held in an old warehouse by the local dump. Jenny's was always too bright and too cold, and big box fans ... [+]

Short Fiction

GENIE Terms of Service

Benny Blue

I: The GENIE application complies with IPP regulation 33.2, which states that it must execute all commands put to it, whether desired or undesired by the user.

II: GENIE comes pre-packaged in a ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Uber

Gabrielle Shiozawa

Orange streetlights dip in and out of view through the tinted windows in a car I've never seen before. The vehicle vibrates with the fervor of a falcon, churning with effort along the long black ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Roses

Gabrielle Shiozawa

Grace drives south on State Street back toward our apartment. We have groceries in the backseat, and there are plants tucked around my feet to keep the soil from spilling as we travel. Grace's new ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Little Bird

Ryn Howell

Sometimes, I have trouble understanding people. It is not that I hate them, or even that I think I am better than they are. I just do not know why they do the things they do. I worked at bar once ... [+]

Short Fiction

Velcro

Molly James

My wife and I share everything. It's one of the many joys of marriage.
We share a name. Not just one but all three. We were both Emma to begin with. Once we were married, I took her last name out ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Silver Echoes

Joseph Kargbo

The vermouth weighed heavy in his hand.

"Honey, help me with my dress."

A cascade of silver teeth interlocked. His fingers grazed over the nape of her neck. Lingering for a moment, he ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Letters to the Wind

Catalina Vasquez

Once again, I found myself seated under the shade of the imposing stone structure of the train station. Once again, I saw a couple hundreds of people, all moving here and there, all of them looking ... [+]

Short Fiction

Beneath the Redwood Trees

Rylee Donaldson

A mushroom stood short in a forest full of redwood trees that soared high above the forest floor. Two of the white spots on his red cap opened to reveal his dry eyes, ready to cry but no tears could ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Night Lives

Thomas Demazieres

At first, I thought I misheard. I turned around to see to whom these words may be intended, but the person spoke a second time.
« Hello, my life. »
My eyes crossed hers, and it was ... [+]

Poetry