We called it ‘frosting’, because the ice crystals looked like a dusting of confectioner’s sugar. Not what frosting actually is, or how it looks when you squeeze it out of the tube, but one kid ... [+]
Short Fiction
4 min
Every day is the same. But I don’t care. Every time I look at her, it feels like time stops. The way her dark hair flows down past her shoulders and curls ever so slightly at the end. The way she ... [+]
I spy Ivy slurping steamy noodles from in between the half torn paper lid of a Cup Noodle. The wooden waribashi chopsticks move quickly between her mouth and styrofoam cup. Sauce splatters onto the ... [+]
January slid forward full of icicles and spiced cider as the army began to move out. Jacob and Criven first heard the news from Criven’s father, who was a day laborer called out on Sunday night to ... [+]
Kassidy James sighed as she tossed her sky blue backpack onto the piano bench that sat in the center of one of the thirty-something practice rooms in the music building of her college and smoothed ... [+]
Who could have guessed that life could become livable again when the Covid-19 hit.
My husband and I became deeply affected when on December 26, 2019, I went into the hospital for emergency
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The man in line behind Alice wore a navy suit with well-shined shoes. It was six in the morning and Heathrow was waking up; the duty-free stores were still shuttered, their roll grills ... [+]
I had kept myself up at night worrying about college from the age of five. At the time, I hadn’t even known anyone who went to college or anyone who was planning to. I first heard about college ... [+]
“Another day, another dollar,” Jenn sang to herself as she slid into the driver’s seat of her Toyota Sienna, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. She mounted her phone on the ... [+]
The engines whirred in the darkness. Jones could see their scarlet glow, dimming and brightening in time to the thrum, which meant the gears inside were still turning. Still alive. Almost like the ... [+]
What are dreams? Are they the great interrupter that plagues our souls, condemning us to disappoint and tearing us from our very seams? Are they this unattainable goal yet vivid enough as if ... [+]
On a raining early morning in late December, I was standing at the window of my home on the tenth floor of an older high-rise apartment building in Richmond, British Columbia. A condominium. The ... [+]
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Their love has always been a tragedy, and she knows it, even if she can’t explain it. They meet on a Tuesday in an upscale restaurant she takes all of her dates to, and he pays fo
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On a night with no moon on a date no one remembered a witch was sent to her pyre. The witch —who was called Joy-In-Sorrow— followed the beadle ahead of her without ... [+]