Short Story

Sarah Dohrmann -

She always threatened to kill herself. They’d get in fights and Patty’d say, “Someday you’ll be real sorry you said that!” or “How can...

Pauline Holdstock -

When she started at Ridout and Finney’s, Melanie was very careful about what she wore. Light brown pumps with a medium heel, a wool...

Leia Menlove -

It is summer of 1978, and a woman without a wedding ring drives east on the Will Roger’s Turnpike, the straightest route out of...

Debbie Urbanski -

I first noticed how the world was retreating from me on a morning in early June after it had rained for nearly eight days....

Virginia Konchan -

The summer after my nineteenth birthday, Cedar Point paid me excellent money to wear a wig of raven tresses and full-length gown of rich...

Nicole Baute -

Charlotte Quinn is six the first time I see her, with fine yellow hair and a pink birthmark she’ll have on her cheek til...

Colin Graham -

Here the men are different. Of course they are. They could not be the same as us. I knew that this would be so....

Matthew Daddona -

I am starting the Saturday ritual upstairs of moving the old boxes from the new bedroom back into the old bedroom when the doorbell...

Peg Alford Pursell -

Blow the House Down “Blow the house down!” Tommy says. He’s in his pajamas, thin at the knees, too short. His ankles and wrists jut,...

Arjun Basu -

The house was cold. A malevolent kind of cold. Like something haunted. The cold blew in and out of Ravi. It was like the...