Fiction
by Andrea Harper
... You and I built it together, and I love you because we made something for God ...
by Samuel Liu
... On certain afternoons, rooms prey to too much loneliness will turn into real hotspots for angels ...
by Kyle Coma-Thompson
... Rain and no rain, snow and no snow, for centuries, for millennia ...
by Andy Lee
... The automaton lifts its feet at a steady cadence to match the speed at which the carpet underneath it retracts ...
by Ivy Grimes
... She sang about a man, and he appeared in the audience ...
by Sarp Sozdinler
... The biographer read this book many times before ...
by J.F. Gleeson
... There was a man, I believe at least, who would stand on the other side of the pane of frosted glass ...
by Tobias Ryan
... I'm sorry you had to find out this way ...
by Jules Lewis
... the child that does not believe in the very act of his creation, that bodies make other bodies ...
by Tomoé Hill
... Remember the different seas which sit on opposing sides of the rocky hills ...
by Greg Gerke
... In planning to write the novel, I began to think back to the most painful memories I could re-imagine ...
by Ivan Davenny
... When the old man next door died, his wife put him through a wash cycle with the delicates and hung him up to dry ...
by Steve Finbow
... Roaring, hissing, banging, booming, whistling, puffing, whispering ...
by Charlene Elsby
... This woman is cutting my hair, and I shouldn’t hate her for it, but I do ...
Malo para el bebé (Bad for the Baby)
by Charlene Elsby
Translated by Leandro Radusky
... Esta mujer me está cortando el pelo, y no debería odiarla por eso, pero lo hago ...
by Norbert Kovacs
... My head gains shape and volume at a fresh lift of the skull ...
by Daniel DeRock
... Adrian practiced his acceptance speech in the shower ...
by Noura Sarayel and Viola Volée
... The life of a conscious thing consists entirely of consciousness ...
by Passant Eltarek
... Your poise, your position, your every move looked very intentional, resembling a jump of a talented olympic swimmer ...
by Tomoé Hill
... She looked at her curling hands, manifesting nothing ...
by Edward Graham
... The arrangements appeared over the course of several days ...
by D. A. Hosek
... I'm not foolish enough to think that I would be able to sell real art ...
by X. Luma
... she leaned toward a little mirror and set the makeup brush aside ...
Whatever Happened to Ann Darrow?
by Sara Dobbie
... She lives in my spare room, forever caught in the leathery palm of her monstrous abductor ...
by Tim Frank
... this website looked like it was designed by a serial killer ...
by Garth Miró
... I got skinny because I was poor and had my priorities ...
by Belicia Rhea
... We put my tongue in a coffin and laid it to rest ...
by Nicholas C. Moore Jr.
... As he rose, his legs trembled beneath him. A trickle of red was coming from a canyon in his knee. ...
by Michael Fowler
... Sometimes when I get sad working on the super collider ...
by Max Restaino
... a dark splotch resembling a marble caught in black velvet ...
Into the Godhead :: ELECTRIC LAMENTATION
by Callum Blake
... at the centre of all things a great fire is burning ...
by Karter Mycroft
... She grabs him by the cuff and forces him onto his stomach. His face is very close to the tarpon's face. It's watching him closely ...
by Greg Gerke
... We don't talk about the other women in my past, just as we don't discuss the men in hers ...
by Alex Gregor
... The adults would always be the first to see them ...
by Alyssa Giuliani
... I wanted to ask her if I was normal and if the scar across me looked the same on everyone ...
by Derek Maine
... I did not shed a single tear, I gave her my face to scream at the entire time because it was the only thing I could give her ...
by Janae Windsor
... I took little Larch in my arms and carried him out of our apartment ...
by Matt Dennison
... He lived in the top story of a very tall house on an even higher hill ...
by Mark Benedict
... It's a war of lawn signs. Faith Over Fear, some say. Save the Squirrels, others say. Death to Squirrels, others say ...
by Ben Beckett
... We’re on the terrace outside a greenhouse on a lovely ridge ...
by Briar Ripley Page
... Chantal’s hands hovered over the stinking thing on the bedsheets ...
Tom & The Talking Chocolate Bar
by David Leo Rice
... a voice from more than two decades earlier began to speak ...
by Evelyn Winters
... I went shopping. I needed a purse. A new purse ...
by Kira K. Homsher
... There was a great rumbling in the sky followed by a burst of hawks ...
by Steve Gergley
... You were great in Independence Day by the way ...
Sister Beatrice and the Cosmos
by Sara Dobbie
... The buzz of the tattoo gun causes her back to stiffen in anticipation ...
by Don Mark Baldridge
... System down, my mind turned over. For just a moment, we were in logistical freefall, accelerating blindly ...
by Shane Jesse Christmass
... My hoarse voice—nothing here to please me—contact lenses in the dust ...
by James Sullivan
... I sip my hot tea and watch them set explosions for the next scene, my terrible rampage on Asakusa ...
And I Feel Like I'm Being Eaten
by Jane Black
... In every city there is a place for people like me ...
Penny, Lost and Found (Re)Collections From a Day at the Beach.
by Michelle Dickens
... Preferring a hike through the mountains Penny finds a smile through gritted teeth ...
by Gabriel Hart
... Tickets for the West Mountain Vintage-Voodoo Rogue Slave Cannibal Encounter ...
by Andrew Felsher
... I can't endure saying a word that's a word to her, for I want it to be the word that's beyond the words given and assigned to us ...
by Tomoé Hill
... Some of the nicest people, she would say, spend their days tending to the things that we call the darkest ...
by Christopher DeWan
... There was that little windowless room under the staircase ...
by J. Alan Nelson
... A year of pandemic. Texas freeze. I sit naked on the floor with a naked woman ...
by Chase Dayton
... Lonely heart cable guy gets off work and goes home to his motel room ...
by Tilde Fredholm
... With a start he realised that the sun was low in the sky ...
by Holly V. Chilton
... You can come to us two ways, whichever suits you best ...
by Melissa Kerman
... After what seemed like a year, the elevator stopped at the penthouse suite ...
by David Kuhnlein
... The ticket is to a theater near the Sacred Heart of Montmartre ...
by H.N. Hunt
... Our ship departs today for what the captain assures us ...
by J.B. Polk
... He detests their white bodies in flapping shorts and Hawaiian shirts ...
by Seljan Yaghmur
... the galaxy is hidden at the bottom of this lake and is reflected onto the sky ...
by Tyler Dempsey
... Where we were, is where, people, in this wooded, hole-in-the-wall place ...
by Kristine Brown
... Leaves rustle in the cardboard box my cats call their bed ...
by Selena Cotte
... I woke up one day and found myself transformed into a troll ...
by Parrish
... ‘round about midnight it was storming something awful on highway 1 ...
by Jan Stinchcomb
... It's strange to see your own space abandoned, in black and white. I leaned in to get a better look but it was all wrong ...
by Bernard Reed
... It was a hole too big to be there, swallowed a few hundred meters below the glacial surface ...
by James Nulick
... Here I am, in my new body. My intent is to stay a bit longer this time ...
by David Leo Rice
... Things wore on, year by year, for the couple, until the moment came ...
by Franz Jørgen Neumann
... Did the therapist even have faith in what she said? If everyone vented, wouldn't the world be one long wail? ...
Preliminary Tasks for Drafting
by David Peak
... The trick is knowing that nothing can be imagined as truly empty ...
by John Banning
... There was too much sky going back the other way. He did not believe he could live under it ...
by Daniel Beauregard
... We’d travelled through the barren landscape for a forgotten number of days ...
The Dolphin Lane Motel, Off-Season (1993-1996)
by Derek Maine
... You were too young to remember any of this ...
A Dentist Most Horribly Punished.
by SG Phillips
... A fit of laughter came over you that could only be suppressed by letting your face crack behind your mask to a look of open mouthed, psychotic glee ...
by Steve Gergley
... When Foreman Douglas smelled alcohol on J.B.’s breath for the third shift in a row ...
by Allison Whittenberg
... So trite, my boss, stereotypically balding, puts his hands on my shoulder ...
by O F Cieri
... Before his ascension, the next messiah sat on a mesa with a bottle of water ...
by J. Thomas Murphy
... just before the first day of school, Lise disappeared ...
by Daniel Beauregard
... My entry into any room is often announced by a series of steady drips ...
by Steve Carr
... he swung out over the swimming pool looking for alligators ...
by Michael Grant Smith
... I peep into people's homes. Not in a criminal way. I never hide behind bushes ...
by Sean Ennis
... Ok, the joke is all the drivers do is turn left, but tell that to my son who wants me to explain downforce ...
Chasing Yuki Through Shepherd’s Bush (excerpt)
by Alex Beaumais
... You exit the Tube at street level and walk towards the smokestacks ...
by Tracy Gaughan
... The sea has many voices and there are times in the evening when they seem to be on the verge of saying something ...
DENMARK: Variations (Awareness, Many, Whose, Boundary)
by James Tadd Adcox
... Version of Hamlet in which each character is aware of the ghost ...
by Mandira Pattnaik
... You’re finally growing wings, extending between the hand and the body, between each finger bone ...
by Luz Rosales
... The Taylor family has over six million subscribers on YouTube ...
by Marco Etheridge
... Thoughts of the gringo had taken up his whole morning. It was not good for a man to chew too long on the same meat ...
by Jie Wang
... The line spacing is double. Double. So it can fit both the reader and the author. The little cracks are little traps ...
by Daniel Beauregard
... She sort of smiled, as if she knew, like me, that some men, no matter how you try, simply can't be domesticated ...
by Cathy Ulrich
... The pregnant girl at the end of the world goes to the ocean ...
by Hailey McAllister-Brasier
... By some miracle, his apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from where they met last night ...
by Maria S. Picone
... Although he doesn't know it when he leaves, he won't be coming back ...
by Ellie Gordon
... With each kill, his senses spiked. The dorm floor's compounded smell of pepperoni pizza and cheap weed flooded his nose as he eviscerated the sheriff and accused the arborist ...
by Claudine Griggs
... Marilyn Jane Callaway, formerly Martin James Callaway, accepted the risk ...
by Peter Gutiérrez
... As always, the traveler felt guilty about enjoying herself when there was so little ...
by Jordan Faber
... Two dice tumbled from the bed of their father’s palm ...
by Zach Murphy
... It isn’t a place to live in. It’s a place to dwell in. There’s a dusty rocking chair on the front porch. It’s always rocking ...
by Damien Ark
... A visual memory of Cairo consumes me. In this distant recollection, I find myself outside of the Temple of Edfu with my mother and a few other classmates while a musician channels the deity of Horus ...
by Monica Brashears
... As you exit, you will hear a choir sing in the belly of the church. Do not seek the voices. It will be late, the creeping thunder will join their hymn ...
by Dan A. Cardoza
... this is a pedestrian moment that no one in town will ever remember, one William will never forget. He’s at a place where you can take in half of the town. For now, he’s a lonely seventh-grader ...
by James Nulick
... I’ve never liked my older sister. She’s the beautiful one ...
by Grant Maierhofer
It made me anxious, deep down in my guts it made me anxious. It was a terrible feeling that I couldn't shake....
An Audience at the Cumberlisheen Regional Historical Society, 19th August 2018, 4:12pm
by Gregory Jones
... Look at my unpilfered bracelets, at least, if you won't take a straight-on look at one of your betters ...
by Candace Hartsuyker
... It becomes a comforting routine. Paddled brushes. Shiny hair. Our arms, so heavy and tired. We take turns. Gentle fingers untangle snarls of hair ...
by Gregg Williard
... The Living Book whose name was Lucy said books were her life ...
by Mike Corrao
... Set of oblong ears. One architect denotes these structures as ...
by Julie Steward
... Mom and Vietnam Stepdad, a man not of Vietnamese origin, but one who fought in 'Nam ...
by James McAdams
... He’d been out on his balcony at like 3 taking Percs for his back with a case of Monte Carlo ...
by Elizabeth Fergason
... Whenever you are escaping, you must blast your way free. When you’re ready to claim yourself, cannonball out. ...
by Kathryn Kulpa
... The black horse’s wings are bigger than his body now. Their dark feathers shine ...
by S.F. Wright
... Sean’s eyes narrowed in ire and indignation, and for weeks afterwards, he didn’t speak to Drew, which in itself wasn’t bad—in fact, it was rather welcome ...
by Matt Dube
... He turned to look at her when she stood in the doorway, and she noticed the new blossoms, a ridge of tiny soft petals over his eyebrow ...
by Christopher S. Bell
... I wasn’t sure if he was intrigued or merely humoring my origin story, but I agreed to one more round ...
by B.R. Yeager
... The sun drowned behind the mountains and the sky went bloody then black. I covered my ears with my palms ...
by Lucy Zhang
... When the daughter danced, she felt her arms grow feathers nearly as tall as herself, and as she spun, the floor disappeared ...
by Travis Madden
... An old woman in a shawl told him that for generations they used to only hear stories of it, only ever saw its smoke in the distance ...
by Kelsey Ipsen
... Jesus opens his eyes and I pretend that I haven’t been looking at him. I bet he plays piano. I bet he smiles real slow and full. I bet he loves kittens ...
by James Nulick
... I turned my head and saw a leg with a sock and a shoe attached to it hanging from the wall. Horrified, nearly missing the bowl, it took a moment to deduce it was an artificial leg hanging from a peg, an old postman’s shoe secured to the foot ...
by Sean Kilpatrick
... My friend, drumming his middle finger on the glass, was bred by far worse adversities. He tied fireworks to pets ...
by Laura Arciniega
... God is the Folder and Unfolder. We are too small to unfold all our memories, so when we’re looking at the five glasses of our kaleidoscopes, he promises to fold them ...
by Matt Jones
... my mom stubbed out her cigarette and cranked up the windows and they both laughed so hard that you’d have thought we were all happy ...