Short Fiction

The Stage

Linglin Yang

20 minutes ago,......
Teresa’s on her way to go home.
Well, her husband, Square Bob was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Phone rang.
“hello?”
“yes, it’s Square Bob.” ... [+]

Short Fiction

Astronaut

Victoria Gong

When Logan Shu blew up, the world knew her as the first Asian American woman in space. Her Internet fanbase often compared her odd facial expressions to the late Grumpy Cat. They knew she’d gotten ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Fix

Bianca Sauro

The first words I ever heard my mother say were, “Fix it.”
A man responded to her then, I remember it clearly, though it was still dark for me.
He said, “Are you sure this is what you ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Hotel

Liza Craig

It's a weird thought, a strange feeling, cold and unsettling, like a dank wet basement illuminated by a single 40 watt light bulb swinging from an unknown force.
Your hands and palms sweat ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

More than Revenge

Eugenia Trevino De Coss

Alice had just arrived in front of Sara’s house, knocking at her front door, hearing her conscience complain about what she did to her best friend and tears came down her face, as she had no idea ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Kulning

Sophie Cassidy

She woke with the birds and went where she pleased, when she pleased, and nobody gave a damn, and it was fantastic. No one gave her strange sideways glances. Nobody whispered when they saw her at the ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

On the Backs of Dragons

Percival Skalski

This is how the end begins:
Nearly twenty years and you can’t say you saw it coming. Browned hair and leathered shoes, he picked up his satchel of broken parts, long feet trudging down the side ... [+]

Short Fiction
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Grass Carp

Jack Dean

I finish mowing the lawn and drive to your house. I make habits like this out of a summer that feels overgrown and unkempt otherwise. Each week: edge in the morning, mow in the afternoon, drive to ... [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

One Last Time

Ismarie Olmo

I don’t like to think of myself as a bad person; just someone who has made awful decisions. Someone who has had rotten luck for a long time. For years, I’ve been confined in a room with no people ... [+]