Short Fiction

Interruption during the war

Eliza Belova

In 2020, the anniversary of the victory over Nazism is celebrating. Seventy-five years ago, my great-grandfather returned from the war. He was terribly injured but alive. I am writing this essay not ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Mountain That Gives

Alec Madden

Bright arc lights raced from the rising sun,slicing through the humid invasion of a midsummer heatwave.The gross feeling of stifled calmness visually emptied through the straight edge posture of The ... [+]

Short Fiction

A Walk Down Cherry Street

Ivy Gomes

In the year 2020, all across the United States, Americans still live segregated from one another based on the hue of our skin. There has never been a Martin Luther King, no Civil Rights Act, no ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Call

Katherine Weaver

Her mother’s name was Lara, too.
As her port-colored thumb hovered over the contact card on the unfamiliar iPhone’s screen, her eyes stinging as her mascara mixed with her tears, she knew ... [+]

Short Fiction

Being Caught up

Darryl Sanford

“Repent! For the kingdom of Heaven is at hand.” How many thousands of times had he heard his father preach this? Noah remembered the conversation as he watched the bodies rise from the ground ... [+]

Short Fiction

Mind that cannot Stick

Amaya Dressler

“Let’s keep looking,” Dad insists. His ruddy, calloused thumbs peel through a bouquet of antique vinyls, smearing each contact with a greasy residue. 
It’s Christmas evening. A rich ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Blue G-36

Tanzim Tanmoy

“You Don’t have to do this”    
“Why? If anything, I am the only person who should do this.”    
“You can’t change the way the world works you know, things happen and ... [+]


I Remember

Ivy Gomes

I remember the cool and sweet taste of pink lemonade 
On those warm summer days
The ice ... [+]



Julia Mayro

Before the world you knew/know/will know stood,
The universe was/is/will be space unbound by ... [+]

Short Fiction

Never Stop Moving

Alexandra Angheloiu

The girl had been accustomed to change for her whole life. Change is what happened when she moved from Cleveland, the place where she was born, to Boston. There were no memories from this place ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Great Interruption

Rachel Rosenblatt

Triggers are not absolute. They can be the color red, a sunny day, an indecipherable half-smile. For me, there is no obvious reason why the walls close in. No hidden meaning for the sudden shallow ... [+]

Short Fiction

Fart Boy

Jake Lipinsky

It is probably a strange experience to live your life with a rare neurological disability. I don’t know anything about that but I do have Tourette syndrome. I don’t call it a disability because ... [+]