Category: Fiction

Jan Stinchcomb There’s a little devil running around our neighborhood. We’ve seen him. In colonial Massachusetts, on the other side

Nora Wagner After Ivan’s sister dies, he can’t sleep without the ocean waves sound machine. I go along with it,

Michelle Ross My daughter’s favorite game is Make-believe. Make-believe you’re a witch, she says. Make-believe you’re a snail. Make-believe this

Joe Johnson Marco was the only boy in Home Economics. He was the boy who could sew. Back then, in

Sara Novic I am an endangered species. According to the Official Record, there hasn’t been a deaf person born in

Anna Vangala Jones When my younger sister died, I lost myself in my art. I missed her so much, I crafted

Steve Saroff Daniel has callused hands, sun-faded laborers’ clothes, and a face that is not handsome. Daniel is a quiet

Will Musgrove To kill time, we were watching all the Rocky movies in order. We estimated that around the end

Brian O’Dea There are a dozen better things to do on a slushy Sunday afternoon than free labor, but when