Fiction

Natalie Villacorta -

When I come downstairs and Mom doesn’t look up from the paper, I know she’s mad. I know we’re not going to Annapolis. She’s mad...

Derrick Martin-Campbell -

In the spring of the first of the seven quarantines, there lived a young man in a small house on Lantern Drive in a...

Grey Wolfe LaJoie -

Ampersand Jansen was riding his horse through the pines. "Hit don't bover me nun," he said, "the way the winds lash at the leaves....

Sarah Edwards -

Late one night, many years ago, a girl wearing tiny jean shorts and a daisy crown knocked on our door. We heard Daddy’s heavy...

Chelsea Bowlby -

Rikesh, Gwen’s fiancé, wanted her to shut up. When you survive a mass shooting, at first, everyone wants to talk to you about it....

Mikka Jacobsen -

Naomi and her friends are playing a game. They are in Naomi’s basement. Her mother rents the house, which is only half a house....

Nicole Hebdon -

My husband isn’t dead, but he needs to be. That’s what they tell me in the church basement. I’m sitting on the Vesselite emblem....

Lin King -

The evening was a disaster. Danny’s date, Janet, had shown up in a revealing dress, a firework of greenish chiffon held together by zigzags of...

Sara Kachelman -

Four heterosexuals decided to carve a roast. They were Peg and her husband Pat and Fawn and Fawn’s husband Dick. The husbands had formed...

Andrea Harper -

The air out here is dry and thin, and when the wind picks up, sharp little parts of earth scatter around, looking for the...