Fiction

Shiprock

Kristina Jipson

I’m an intuitive person. I just know what I know, is how I explain it to poor Bonnie, who doesn’t have an intuitive bone in her body

Merge

Mary Crawford

Francine loved talking about Pacific Coast Highway, the road beside the cliffs, the ocean so blue besides

from Leeore & I

Nicole Callihan

That the ear may be revered, Leeore says, is a lovely thing. He has been reading Neruda. 

Dockenhaus and Home

Christopher Notarnicola

In each room someone is doing something. Grandma declines the paper at the dining table.

The Autonomous City

Benjamin Woodside Schrier

In this, the City of Borges, Stephen took a one-bedroom apartment in Palermo and arranged his things neatly in the half-empty drawers

The Galapagos Story (part 2)

Julie Brickman

George jolted awake, hearing sounds at the side of the boat, not Clare this time, though the sound was the same, but the girl Jones.

The Galapagos Story (part 1)

Julie Brickman

George Parker was thinking about tortoises and their high value on the market when he ran into his first night wanderer. It was the solo girl, the only one in a group of thirty-one tourists on the Galapagos cruise he was on.

Lunsford’s Boy (part 2)

Nicholas Finch

We stopped at Walmart.

With a case of beer in hand, I checked out at the register manned by Rose’s father.

Lunsford’s Boy (part 1)

Nicholas Finch

A body loses over forty thousand skin cells per minute. This is something Ms. Lunsford taught me in ninth grade biology.

Origin Story

Shannon Robinson

“Never bite back.” That’s what all the parenting websites tell you.

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