Fiction

Hunger, Hands, Nails

Anna Cabe -

When Philip told me he was bringing home, not batik or carved figures of orangutans, but a kuntilanak from his two-year Peace Corps stint in Indonesia,...

Doreen

Margaret Adams -

“There are a few things that Dr. Conrad wants to talk to you about,” the office assistant had told Doreen on the phone, and Doreen...

The Thin, Frozen Lake

Matthew Socia -

This is one I’ve needed to tell for a while. After I dropped out of Michigan State and moved back to Alpena to live...

Ada, or When It Was Safe to Stay Dark

David Burr Gerrard -

“Ada was transformed into a sort of graceful computing machine, endowed, moreover, with phenomenal luck...”—Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor “Ada is a complex computer algorithm...

Souterrain

Helen McClory -

It was now high morning on a bright day in late March, the kind of day when the earth begins to release scents it has...

The Conductor

Julia Coursey -

Once there was a wizard who was also a train conductor. He was not a particularly powerful wizard; in fact, his main skill was detecting...

Invisible Woman

Michelle Sierra Laffitte -

My eyes follow the grape-sized snowflakes that tumble on the red sandstone of the Washington Place townhouses, on Dorsey Park’s Christmas spruce tree, and on the...

Lover Number Ninteteen

Alina Grabowski -

Bryan - Resembled my father to a startling degree, which means, according to psychology, that I should have been attracted to him. But my father has...

Gling Gling Gling

Bud Smith -

A woman tapped the cartoon cherries and teal diamonds on the cellphone screen as she steered through town with her knee. The game went ...

Oysters

Aaron Burch -

Pilot went first. First because it was his family’s cabin, first because he was going to show us proper form, how to do it....