Short Fiction

An Artist's Heart

Adelina Johnson

"Sir, please." The man on the phone calls me a crude name, and my jaw churns. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience. I will offer you a full refund and a discount on your next purchase." He hangs up and I ...  [+]
Short Fiction

5 Years Time

Karmyn Trufant

 The air is stale, but your perfect imperfection gives it life. The soda can of hungry red and impulsive yellow rolls in; the clunky letters on its surface call out to me, forcing my careful steps to ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Wounds

Gia Zapata

Rain is pouring as if the sky were going to come down upon the earth. The windows rumble, dogs bark, and the stairs that lead to the porch of the house where this story takes place lift and fall down ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The moment

three sha

Have you ever felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff? Have you ever been in the clouds? 
That is me right now — literally and figuratively. On a plane back from a trip with my senio ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Digging Up Ghosts

Matilda Iem

Nights are lonely in the urban jungle. There's no crickets, but creaky streetlamps hum. There's no stars, but the roads blind you. There's no wild animals, but its advised to never look in any strange ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Short Fiction

When the game ends

Lee-Jayne Chant

Baseball is my life. But lately I'd realized that I don't want that. I want to be all in, by taking  more chances off the field, not just on the field. 
I'm standing in the dugout of the Maine ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Haitang

Xiaoya Gao

The horses, exhausted and haggard, arrived at the half-dilapidated inn late in the evening, when the sun was but a dim orange ball dangling inches from the horizon.  The riders were in no bette ...  [+]
Short Fiction

In my eyes

web wm

The heaviness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger despite the rough field, a desperate need for sleep, even if was only a few minutes. His body burned because the battle; his fallen comrades and ...  [+]
Short Fiction

6410 South Sylvan Lake Drive

Micah Barber

6410 South Sylvan Lake Drive. I'll remember that address for the rest of my life. It was the house that I primarily grew up in as a kid. And of course, it's located on the beautiful Lake Sylvan. I ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Get to Know Me

Isabella Avalos

Looking into the dirty mirror, I reapply my favorite pink sparkle lip gloss. The fluorescent lights of the coffee house restroom hound on me, making every wrinkle exaggerated, every pore gaping. I ...  [+]
Short Fiction

All-in

Kenneth So

After quitting my job as a teacher, I have become a student studying for a master's degree at this school. In my free time, I am a part-time poker player. Some might even say I am a gambler. This is ...  [+]
Short Fiction

A Smile That Was Enough

Siddhaanth Samant

Avinaash was loved as a child. Was. Many things were in Avinaash's life.
His mother was the purest soul anyone had ever known, until a car stole her, and his father, too. The house was laughte ...  [+]
Short Fiction

A Ruthless Risk

Taylor Hughes

In the lively atmosphere of exciting yet anticipating music—tight-knit groups gathered around the bar and the poker area as they watched from afar. People huddled around on a specific table in the ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Auction

Grant Follett

‘Next up is a framed photograph of last year's company get together!' 
The auctioneer kept his energy up, but we'd clearly hit the lower end items. 
I sipped my wine. Speaking of lower end ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Angel's game

Aden Birch

Behind the Door was a casino out of time. It stood on pillars of brown marble in lines stretching far past the horizon. An infinite array of chandeliers spilled their warm, artificial light across the ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Royal Flush

Gabriela Neycheva

"Master is coming," the guard announces, poking his head through the chain-clad iron door. The room on the other side is full, yet a token dropping can be heard from a mile away.  
After flinching ...  [+]
Short Fiction

March

fern w.

The Sheets document glowed a glaring green. Bleary-eyed on a muggy March Monday, she continued to type, her legs folded under her. The tinted seminar room windows blunted the day; it was hard to tell ...  [+]