Category: Fiction

Laura Leigh Morris Someone gifted the girl knives for her thirteenth birthday. Before then, she bandied about with forks, butter

Tommy Dean To celebrate the divorce, her husband drove his new motorcycle up and down their oak-lined street, each rip

Michelle Nichols There was a tremble in the old woman’s voice over the phone. She told me her grandson had

Amy DeBellis At first, they leave slowly. We watch them go one by one: small silvery threads floating up from

Sara Tabin White and pink flowers bloomed on the apple trees when we heard about the quest.  We were in

Sara Cappell Thomason She’s at the bar down the street, laughing about the new Bond movie, taking shots with this

Elissa Field You won’t suspect them, in the wild. They will be standing in line for a keg in the

Lucie Bonvalet Once upon a time there was a physicist named Schrödinger who had a cat, and this cat was

Ryan Griffith We called our screamer Sonya, though not her real name of course, as such intimacies were not permitted.