Fiction

Jenny Xie -

Life is pretty good now that it’s just Roadkill and me. There’s no school, for one—just the hollowed-out building with the doors wearing tatters...

Carl Lavigne -

Ira Dubois was coming back to tell his father’s grave he was gay. Well, gay enough. Bisexual. He would say it didn’t matter if...

Erin Somers -

Cora met Sam in a baby group in their small town. They sat on blue plastic mats in the back room of an overpriced...

Samantha Edmonds -

The beanstalk sprouted in my backyard the day of the party and, like pretty much everything else, I didn’t want to talk about it....

Eva Dunsky -

(FALL Semester, 1986) Mark watches the kids filing in and out of the main hall and wonders if any of them...

Xochitl Gonzalez -

The summer air was hot and thick, but Prieto rolled the windows down anyway, knowing that soon enough, he’d be driving fast, the velocity...

Margaret Meehan -

Mary-Ellen ran over the girl. The poor girl; she’s belly-up on the freshly cured asphalt, which shimmers beautifully, is hot to the touch. You...

Divya Maniar -

Do you remember how love tasted? A bitter, grainy tea. Leaves would always find their way down into the water, slipping, with great effort,...

Shy Watson -

First, I’d eat several Schwan’s confetti cups, then, I’d make out with Morgan. It wasn’t gay because we were playing boyfriend and girlfriend. My...

Amina Gautier -

No one is going to miss you. After four years of teaching in the English Department at De Chantal, a Catholic university on the...