Stories

The Stars That Fall by Samantha Murray   When Sara asks me if I want to go doom-spotting I say yes. Of course I say yes. The Edge Lookout is dark and rocky and romantic, and I usually say yes to anything Sara suggests. And I’ve been addicted to doom-hunting ever since I was nine […]

We Are All of Us by Deborah L. Davitt   They wore white armor, sleek and chitinous — not the white of chalk, but the white of bone peeking through the skin of a mummy. The white of a grub writhing in black river soil. They dwelled in the deep desert, where few of the […]

Sungrass Girl by Uchechukwu Nwaka   My first memory of the Light is her face. Her round eyes that swelled in curious wonder and innocent inquisition. I remember the way the light from the incandescent bulb fell on her face, outlining her dark skin in paint strokes of shimmering gold that twinkled right into her […]

[Note: This is Part 3 of a three-part novelette. Visit our previous posts to read Part 1 and Part 2.]   ALIZARIN CRIMSON   I’m still fighting the ultramarine depths of despair some fifteen years later, when I meet Joshua at the Club DeLisa. We get to talking, a fragmented conversation to fill the space […]

[Note: This is Part 2 of a three-part novelette. Visit our previous post to read Part 1.] Colors of the Immortal Palette by Caroline M. Yoachim   COBALT BLUE   I paint the English Channel at Étretat, shortly after sunrise. The sun is a fiery vermillion and the water shimmers cobalt blue. It is roughly […]

Colors of the Immortal Palette by Caroline M. Yoachim   LEAD WHITE   I will always remember the view of Paris from his window. Snow, pure and untouched, softens the outline of the buildings and covers the grime of the streets. White, the color of beginnings. His canvas is primed and ready to be painted, […]

A Beautiful Memory by Shannon Peavey   On Thursday, a windsor-knotted businessman paid Anna three times her normal asking price for a quartet of thought-birds. She normally sold two at a time, because their growth was so slow. But he insisted. A bird of each flavor: contentment, melancholy, joy, fury. “A few of the guys […]

I Will You Back to Time and Space by Dafydd McKimm   You are ten years unborn on the evening of the day that will soon become known as G-day. I am washing dishes in the kitchen of our newly bought terrace, cleaning the residue of dinner from our finest boot-sale porcelain. I bring two […]

Ribbons by Natalia Theodoridou   Monday’s lover tugs at Jan’s ribbon with his teeth. Jan doesn’t yell at the lover to stop. The guy just received bad news from the front — a friend lost to a bomb, perhaps, a sibling blown to bits; Jan doesn’t ask. He tells the lover, instead, to be careful: […]

The Morning House By Kate Heartfield   “This B&B is frankly unacceptable,” Dad says. “I want to go home.” Sylvia freezes, runs through all the things she shouldn’t say. You are home, Dad. No, don’t argue. Never argue. Rule number one. Don’t dismiss. Get into his world, because he can’t get into yours. Don’t you […]

Between The Island and the Deep Blue Sea By Jaxon Tempest   No one knew how the island floated, but everyone knew it shouldn’t. Four thousand square miles of concrete bones and metal veins, a million people circulating daily, and yet it sat in the middle of the Atlantic like a feather on a still […]

Beck’s Pest Control and the Case of the Drag Show Downer by Abra Staffin-Wiebe   I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and arguing with my daughter, when my work phone broke the silence of our discussion. Not happening, I signed, quickly swallowing my last bite of peanut butter toast so I could […]

‘Til Death by C. J. Lavigne   My dear Clarinda, They tell me that when you heard of my wedding, you shattered a goblet, fell to the floor in a swooning fit, and did not arise for three days. I hear that the entirety of the manor was wreathed in black. Really, darling, it seems […]

The Bones Beneath by Vanessa Fogg   Four years ago, the bones began pushing up from the earth. Fay is now seventeen, and she feels the bones’ movements more strongly each year. It’s the end of winter, but not yet the beginning of spring. Snowmelt has turned the fields to mud, and the grass is […]

The Eight Hundred Legs of the Rio-Niterói Bridge by Renan Bernardo   Have you seen pictures of the unfinished Presidente Costa e Silva Bridge, with its columns telling stories of falls and drownings like tombstones for the never found and the cemented alive? I saw many in 1972, soon after Papai vanished during the bridge’s […]

The Gorgon’s Glass by M.E. Bronstein   There are people who try to blame Oken’s unhappy demise on the Gorgon, but if you read Oken’s notebooks carefully (and it’s my job to read his notebooks carefully), you know that he was already dying when he first met her. In fact, that is why he sought […]

The Artists’ Colony Patrick Freyne   Dear ­­­­­­­______, I think you would love it here. It’s so peaceful and you were always saying, back in the city, that we needed to get away. So let me describe what I can see from my writing desk. Outside my window I can see a silver lake which […]

An Incomplete Account of the Case of the Bird-Talker of Yaros by Eleanna Castroianni     PANAYOTIS M., interviewed by Eleni Haji, November 1975 When I first saw her, she was covered in wings. Sea birds flocked to her as if she was honey and they were the bees. Watching from the men’s prison, we […]

Water We Made to Breathe By Marisca Pichette When we were fourteen we went looking for the ocean at the heart of the woods. I remember the smell: earth and algae and damp, air thick as water. Our sweat mixing with the summer sun, our clothes in a pile on the shore. Max jumped in, […]

Fire In His Eyes, Blood On His Teeth By R.S.A. Garcia   He comes to me with fire in his eyes and blood on his teeth. Sometimes the blood is his enemies’. Sometimes it’s mine. Eventually, it’s mine. Always. He is different today, striding across the sandy soil toward my home with scuffed, much-mended boots. […]

The Travel Guide to the Dimension of Lost Things By Effie Seiberg   Have you ever felt so tired that you just don’t feel anymore? Where you wake up, burrowed under the covers with a shaft of light somehow piercing through them and right into your brain, and realize that here comes one more day […]

The Augur and the Girl Left at His Door by Greta Hayer The augur looked at the bridegroom’s back and sighed. He bent close to the bridegroom’s skin, examined every bump and line in his flesh. Most apparent were the red lines, claw marks from fingernails. A less experienced fortune teller would have seen those […]