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Short Fiction
Short Fiction
 3 min

The Last 3 Percent

Yufei Zhang

Sometimes I think the crash never really happened.
Maybe it was us who crashed, our minds, our dreams, our small unfinished selves, straight into the system that promised to remember everything. ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Monsters in Education

Alyssa Pinon

Nayeli
Clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, Nayeli tried to steady their shaking breath. Despite their best efforts at self-soothing, the levitating objects behind them refused to ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 5 min

The Eternal Rehearsal of Mortality

Melda Tokgoz

"How did you know the deceased?" asked the imam.
All the men, lined up as neatly as a regiment of soldiers, responded in unison, their voices loud and unwavering:
"Good!"
As if they had sealed a ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 1 min

The neighbor

Jenna Hayes

An endless stream of tears bombarded my already scarlet cheeks, slowly creeping down my neck and accumulating on my charcoal shirt to expose a darker shade. The fragile hands of my seventeen-year-old ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

Time Stamp Reckoning

Arden Gifford

I was never one to be found in crowds, always reaching for someone else, crouching small and unnoticed by the gazes and the rise in voices of friends calling out to one another. I always had someone ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Message in a Bottle

Jasmine Berasategui

Minnie was a smart, good girl.
When Minnie was two years old, her doctor diagnosed her with autism. She would never be a regular kid after that. Which meant, as she grew older in school, Minnie ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 1 min

Don’t breathe

Jessica Miranda-Acosta

They're going to find us. I hear them coming, though I can't see them. I thought we had lost them-but they're still there. Closer. Every step, closer. I hear their voices, the scrape of their shoes ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 5 min

Sunk Cost

Wei Sheng Chee

Grief is an anchor. Its ropes drag you to depths that you were unaware existed. When my husband died, I tried lifting the anchor as much as I could while it pulled my daughter and I down. When I lost ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 2 min

For her love,

Richelle Chua

he bent over backwards.
If other lovers went the extra mile, he ran. Across the stone pavement where their lovenest was erected, he tumbled around and landed perfectly on both feet. When he ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

The Ruins and Ruining of Me

Aanya Agarwal

Rain slaps against the windows, pounding. Thunder strikes, and I cower. Stomach churning, my heart palpitating. They're leaving today.
After months of packing and boxing up their belongings, they ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Short Fiction
 4 min

Even here, I am home

Lucy Gachogu

This morning was full of optimism; the air smelled exactly how it does deep in Kiambu, transporting me to my room on the upper floor, opening the windows around 10:00 a.m., the second-last one to ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

The final act of resistance

Arne De Cleen

When the government announced they would disband the Journalistic Freedom Association, Evelyn decided to fight back. She had seen how the regime had spread disinformation and fake news to influence ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

The Half of the Plane

Gretel C

What were we to do? Where were we to go? The tail of our plane dangled precariously off a cliff into fog, rocking with the piercing wind. The other half of the plane had split off and fallen beneath ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

Her Hands, Her Heart, Her Story

Marina Ganicheva

When I was a little girl, I believed that all mothers and grandmothers belonged to a different kind of human.
My grandmother—my babushka—especially seemed to have come into this world exactly as I ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Of Meaning

Matthew Ng

At first, it was wonder.
She could faintly sense the shimmer of other lives brushing against her own, like ripples of an undercurrent beneath still water.
A subtle doubling of perception: she ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

All In

Jessamine Ladera

 The casino was dark. The only sounds were from the slot machines, roulette wheels, and laughter–and more commonly–groans of the patrons. The carpeted floor was red like blood, as though it has been ...  [+]