Category: Fiction

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.

Kristie Smeltzer  It’s amazing how quickly introducing ourselves with different names escalated to banging strangers in airport restrooms. We’re not

Eric Scot Tryon It was a Tuesday morning when the man stepped in front of the train that runs behind

Libby Cudmore It becomes an icebreaker, a fun fact you recite at parties. I was raised in a haunted house.

Melissa Ragsly 1990. Empty houses and sleeves of saltines. There is no other place to go. We exist in the