Genre: Fiction

Olivia Oswald

As I listened to her I looked around. The other people on the street all seemed to be looking at us, and their expressions were full of menace.

E.H.C.

The figure moved slowly, deliberately, its shrouded head turning towards Josh. Those eyes—sharp and frigid as icepicks—stared at him. The man’s black lips never moved, even as a word pierced him like a yell: “Beware.”

Amanda Eiden

Melody wakes up screaming.It’s midnight.Her body jolts up. Eyes shut tight; mouth open wide. Screams rip from her throat. They turn into sobs as Buster jumps onto the bed. He nestles his head in by her side, purring and watching her catch her breath.

Yavuz Altun

A year ago, I came up with the idea of a game to spice up our marriage. I am usually…

Jessica Bakar

My arms were already burning when she asked if I knew what love meant. I opened my mouth, but there were only pins. Nightmares and ugly dogs. I said I only love things I shouldn’t. 

Carol Willis

Your tennis match is over. The late afternoon sun has already dipped behind the hills, and during the last part of the match, the trajectory of the ball over the net had been hard to follow in the shadows.

Anjali Venugopal

The floor is sticky. It whispers of spilled beer and vomit among a presumably wide array of other fluids. You worry for the soles of your shoes. They are new.

Ayotola Tehingbola

WHEN the man stopped hearing Jupiter knock knock knock on him, the physician found larvae hanging upside down in both his ears.

AM Larks

"I am usually the one in control, the one working, the one in charge of someone else’s life, their body, and appearance. But here at Singapore Electric, Cheng is taking charge of my body, my appearance, my life."

Jimmy Lis

"Bill looked past Joyce, out the window, imagining his son parked in the cell phone lot of the Minneapolis airport, awaiting his father’s call, like so many late nights innocently posed at the front bay window of their home, hoping his father could, at least, be home in time to tuck him in."