Fiction

And One Morning Everything Was Done

Curt Eriksen

People came to Jim seeking answers—his answers—to questions they had about their own lives

Claiming a Body

Amanda Marbais

The woman’s boyfriend agreed to go camping despite being called

The Unseen Shore (part 2)

Amy Lin

The breeze by the pier shook Sarah with a quick chill. Tendrils of hair stuck to her chin. She blinked black spots from her vision.

The Unseen Shore (part 1)

Amy Lin

Brie and Sarah were twins, and Brie looked like Sarah but then again she didn’t

What is Necessary

C.F. Lindsey

The day is chilly for mid-November in Arkansas, temperatures dipping to thirty-seven with a heavy wind-chill.

Two

C. Allen Harrison

Gdugdu jumped though the doorway cockwet his hair slickknotted toward his ears and slapped the sandals from our heads. That door flapping against the wall.

The Triplets of Domestic Tranquility

Mark Budman

The Interpreter’s wife points to a tiny black spot on the white wall of the foyer and screams, “It’s a tick.”

In the Left Ventricle of the Human Heart

Ethan Cade Varnado

Jonah began the workday standing all alone in a giant, winding colon. 

Hollowed Out

Mehdi M. Kashani

In Hell, women are hung from the strands of hair they bared in front of the strangers.

Lost Was How Everybody Said It

Susanna Baird

Albert Ducharme lost his fingers, they said. Pointer on his right hand, lost. The one just next to it, also lost, though there Albert still had a stub that wiggled when he waved.

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