T. S. McAdams Farewell, world. I don’t mean that overdramatically. I know Death stalks you, too, hapless reader, in the guise of illness or accident or the biological equivalent of planned obsolescence, when your own cells, callous little bureaucrats, arbitrarily decide self-repair is no longer authorized. My own death—I won’t…

Sarah Fawn Montgomery The trick to feeling alive is to pretend you’re already dead. Everyone knows this, but no one says. Pizza is for ranch like Leo is for Kate, even though you mostly like him because his long hair makes him look like a girl kissing a girl, but…

Anthony Varallo In Delaware, it is illegal to slide on ice. Children live in fear of being caught, dare one another in wintry parking lots and snowy playgrounds. “You first!” the children say, to the other children, who say, “No, you first!” These exchanges can last for hours, days. The children’s breath plumes before them. Their feet…