Short Fiction

The Bubble-Throwers

bonniejean alford

I had seen him before. I never expected anything to happen. We were from different crowds. We hung out with different people. Sure, I knew some of his friends, but not well enough to get close to ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Short Fiction

Blight

Jules Wallinga

The kitchen looks just like I remember it. Green walls peeling in all the right places, battered wood floors. And the sagging cabinets, painted white, with their doors that never quite close right. ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Cereal bowl

Carmen Rodriguez

My mom is not the best at cooking. Since I have memory, she always does the same breakfast and dinner. Lunch is when she gets creative: chicken with bacon, zucchini with some sort of sauce and ham ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Healing Magic

Nicholas Cerofeci

I always thought witches were fond of cats, but it turns out that becoming a witch requires you to kill one. Please — let me rewrite the folklore.
My family got Sergeant when I was fourteen, a ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Power of Could

Sydney Sawyers

The opportunity to drop out is ever-present. Nobody could truly stop me at the end of the day. I could do it whenever I see fit.
Or I could transfer. I've had the transfer application open fo ...  [+]
Short Fiction

All My Love

Lourdes Mendoza

"All my love, all my heart goes to you. Give me the chance to care for you. Let me love you. Let me show you all of me and be the best person I can be for you." At 18, I didn't know any better. At ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Tick-tock

Rachel Du Mouchel

Where did the time go? Remember when your brother threw that football and I caught it with my face? I don't think I can take that kind of pressure anymore, smiling while crying and apologizing fo ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Tales of Kathrine

Samantha Tuinstra

"You're useless Kathrine, you couldn't even clean the house correctly" my mom yells at me. I want to shrink until there is nothing left of me. 
 "Go to your room. I don't want to see you until ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Museum of Data

Jennifer Kim

The Museum of Data was always open at this hour.
Quiet. Undisturbed.  Just Theo and the machines. In the back rows below, the cooling fans whispered under their breath.
Towered overhead the buzz of ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Rainless Grief

Manuela Fuenmayor Vasquez

It isn't raining. Heartbreaking moments are supposed to be accompanied by the sound of rain, or so the assumption goes. But it isn't raining. Not a single cloud is in the sky. The sun shines bright ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Er-Tolgo and the Wind

Bakai Uskenbaev

Long ago, before roads were carved into the mountains, the Kyrgyz lived close to the sky. They moved with their herds through the high valleys, spoke softly to the rivers, and believed the wind ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Angel in Black

Arun Singh

 Maxien charges ahead, knuckles stretching his skin to the edge, aimed towards the King of the planet. He has had enough of his rules. The punishment. The control. This was inevitable, the day Maxien ...  [+]
Short Fiction

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie

Linden J. Wanzer

As a child, I remembered the face of my imaginary friend better than that of my own father. Unlike my father, my imaginary friend was a continuous presence. As a child, he seemed, to me, a giant with ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Qiḷa

Lorenzo Elias

My family were the shamans of our community before we moved to Anchorage. We facilitate connection between humans and the spirits. The essences are unaware that most people cannot see them, yet they ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Rat Trap

Noah Rubio

My steps into the grimy room felt heavy, every surface covered in dirt and rust. The room was damp like an old sewer pipe full of rats. I was one of those rats, a dirty man. "Sit down here," the man ...  [+]
Short Fiction

A Man's Song to the Sea

Nanak Gaban

I remember the exact moment I woke up. The sway of the ship, familiar and calm, rocked my hammock without anything heeding it. Whatever storm we saw in the distance must have blown over without a ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Dystopia

wIllow byrn

I adore pain. It's an addiction that has me salivating at a mere brush with it. Like any addiction, this enslavement, how much does it really cost? To have it poison my veins - I am its most willing ...  [+]