Fiction

Waterlines

Nikki Levine -

The block is quaint, polished, save the lake rats. Daphne and deergrass dot the walk and the yardcat’s front legs are short. She does...

The Nightmare Ballad of the Drunken Brand Identity

Jonathan Ball -

With a Cameo by Shakespeare and a Title that Cannot Get Worse The nightmare begins when you look at a gun. This is how it...

What Will Make It Last

Ashley Strosnider -

The banks of the Mississippi were as long and brown and green from the window of the restaurant as they were from the window...

Five Minutes

Eric Boyd -

Her job was on Eighth Avenue, in Homestead. I hated it there, but working in Braddock, I couldn't judge. The...

How Asia Faked Her Princeton Admission: A Love Story

Josh Mak -

The girls were in the library stacks, shelving books, passing the time to get their work-study hours in. It was the closing shift; their...

Something Night Music

Craig Shilowich -

Abe walks onto his street. He’s just had this very sudden memory of this crazy thing that happened last summer and he’s trying to...

Elephants In The Pink City

Anita Felicelli -

In the morning, the Sarma family explored the Jaipur palace hotel grounds, Kai lagging a few paces behind his parents and little sister. As...

The Monty Hall Problem

Rebekah Bergman -

My oatmeal for your love “It’s possible,” Rachel is saying to me kindly, “to want to like something more than you actually like it.” We...

The Diaphanous Casting Agency

Gretchen Schrafft -

The voice says it got your information from the Diaphanous Casting Agency. You are on Route 6, driving back to Hyannis from your daughter...

Wiggle and Shake

Amelia Kahaney -

Dear Miss Sarah, I have been a devotee of Boogie Doodle Junction long enough to remember when those redheaded twin girls destroyed the balloon arch...