Short Fiction

Time to Paint

Sraavya Pinjala

The sun had just barely risen above the ragged ridges of the mountains in front of me. The jagged peaks fragmented the sunlight which poured its golden hues across the landscape. Hundreds of... [+]

Short Fiction

3:74

Jessie Komala

Why is this light so bright?
I lower the brightness on my phone screen so I don’t blind myself while lying in bed, and I immediately have flashbacks to my mom telling me, how bright lights in... [+]

Short Fiction

Life Interruptions

Leah Lumeya

Urgency. Urgency is the word that she felt as they said a final farewell to their hostess and climbed into the rented car that would take them to the airport. Now that their personal belongings were... [+]

Short Fiction

The Light is On

Zack Slansky

And then it’s up the ladder with his echoing clack clack on each rung a number of stories high. The never-before-on light went on today and lit his face all amber aglow in the office where, alone... [+]

Short Fiction

The One-Man Chorus

Shawn Higgins

“You told us you were the President of the Lytle Creek Jubilee Singers! You gave us names! Your secretary, your treasurer, your librarian, your pianist! You invented them all?!”
“I am... [+]

Short Fiction

Morning in Fordlet

Pat Rocchi

I exited the Interstate toward the Fordlet Hotel after a late night preparing my annual presentation to the local business leaders. My slides were finished days ago, but my words still needed... [+]

Short Fiction

Dawn

Stark Lee

The whistles and chirps of song birds float in on the cool breeze that crosses through my window. With the curtains drawn apart and window fully open, the sound travels on swift morning gusts.... [+]

Short Fiction

Frosting

Will Dean

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

Beautiful Pictures

Erika Hasunuma

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... [+]

Short Fiction

The Thieves

Kana Badenoch

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... [+]

Short Fiction

Shards of Stars

Zilla Babbitt

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... [+]