Fiction

Shipwrecks

Matthew Fogarty -

1. The winter I was twelve, my father found work as a surveyor and we moved north to the Upper Peninsula, to Sault Ste. Marie....

What Happened

Sarah Bridgins -

I was thirteen when my grandmother told me about my mom’s rape. We were sitting at the dining room table at my grandmother’s house playing...

Please Hold

Peter Kispert -

The photo hangs crooked. Like this. I can barely hear Sal call “Action!” over the wind, brown leaves turning up and scattering downhill. It is the...

Jun and the Two Sisters: A Fox Story

Kimberly Wang -

It was late summer, but the clouds refused to part for the sun. The trees clasped their branches overhead, determined to keep Jun in the...

Zero Hour

Steph Wong Ken -

A transfer student from another Catholic high school, Rose McCraig liked to talk about the sickly saints, the holy anorexics who starved themselves for God. “St. Maria...

Rolesville

Michelle Hart -

Kate was a Specialist in the Army, which was perfect for her, since Specialists don’t really specialize in anything. Even as a kid, Kate...

Good in a Room

Duncan Birmingham -

My jokes fall flat. I’m flailing in the room and have been for weeks, maybe months. My one-liners are stepped on. My blows don’t land and...

Commensalism

Adam Dickinson -

Methylophilaceae Amber shared a wing. It was in her mouth. She had killed a bird and laid part of it on our...

Paul Mackie Was Here

Lisa Taddeo -

At Milton Academy, this shit-ass boarding school I went to up in Milton, there was a kid named Paul Mackie. Richard and my mom...

Tactical Chunders

Courtney Sender -

I am lying on a pillow on the bathroom floor, head pounding, as comfortable as I’m going to get, back against the nice cool porcelain,...