Short Story

Courtney Elizabeth Mauk -

At eight o’clock in the morning, Alyssa shows up at Danny’s apartment door with a stack of bright yellow flyers. He has not...

Mark Paterson -

The TV is on mute so none of us know something is wrong until my brother notices the news desk has no anchorperson. “What’s...

Jonathan Papernick -

She had seen that clouded look before, a determined mix of pity and revulsion and something else she could not define. It was there...

Nicholas Bede Stenner -

When a worn copy of Riddley Walker and Volume 21 of Hana Kimi appear on her desk accompanied by a worn library card, a...

Sativa January -

No peach. Also, no roses. Peach roses reminded Ann of dead people, of her dead grandma. Ann's mother, Mona, was...

Weston Cutter -

A few days ago Toof started up again, eating only a bit of dog food at a time. He’d race in from the living...

John Lavery -

He stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but his duly-rude apron and the birthmark that covered the left side of his face from his...

Shannon Cason -

My father left me his camera. It was in a boxy aluminum case with two latches in the front that locked. It also had...

K.C. Wolfe -

The first week I was back in Syracuse, Pat met me at my parents’ house, where I would be living again, three months after...

Peter Orner -

San Francisco (1997) She’d hurt herself in small ways. Nobody knew about it. She’d take a knife and slowly deliberately gently slice her thigh....