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. They ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

Short Fiction

A Mile in Ari’s Shoes

Cece Small

I heard Ari discussing if she'll get rid of me today. I always knew this would happen, but this is the first time it's felt real. The notion of a fleeting existence. Or, at least the crumbling of my ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Final Alignment

Graham Field

The walls were a blinding white - almost too pure. They felt less like paint and more like calcified bone, caging me inside. I felt the graze of torn leather against my back, as toothpaste forced its ...  [+]

Short Fiction

If I Knew This Was the Last

Evangeline Foo

"Toom... Toom... Toom!" The sound of the light switch echoed throughout the gym.   
The time now – 5 a.m. It is still dark out, the moon merely mirroring the cast of the distant sun. A light ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Hands

A. H.

In the vagueness of my dreams, a handless man sits opposite me at the poker table. "Your turn," he grins sharply as he pushes all his chips forward. The cards are bloodstained. What is it that we do ...  [+]

Short Fiction

I am Lilith

Bernice Tan

The sounds of papers flipping reverberated through the room. Pens and highlighters were scattered messily on the floor. Each flip of the script was filled with frenzied scribbling. Annotation afte ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Through Your Eyes

Paisley Marie

Isabelle  We burst into the museum, and the tour guide launched into his speech the second we crossed the threshold. He spotted me right away and rolled his eyes, like I'd already ruined his morning ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Twenty-One

Victoria Cox

Haddow's bar was nearly empty that night. What was once a bustling business had deteriorated over the past twelve years into a musty joint not even the most desperate alcoholic would step foot in ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Spindle

Elanah Prugh

On the edge of the pine forest, I decided to settle down under a neon cactus. Its bioluminescent buds would give me more light than the crescent moon. These cacti have always been enough to see my ...  [+]