FICTION
FICTION: Saturday morning I consider being an English major

Humanities majors might not have the best starting salary but “that doesn’t mean we don’t have an upwards trajectory.”

FICTION: Cherry

In the days and even in the hours leading up to Margot’s first boy-girl pool party, I practiced taking my clothes off in front of […]

FICTION: The Rubber Band Test

At the seafood section of Buddha Amazing Market, the reek of death was especially prominent. The lobster tanks spellbound Trời and Lá. In one glass […]

FICTION: The Whistle of a Pressure Cooker

On the eve of his long journey to America, Ronit Lobo — that is, Swami Ronny, as most of Bhopal had come to know him […]

FICTION: Seven Ways of Looking at a Backhoe

It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing    And it was going to snow.    The blackbird sat    In the cedar-limbs. —Wallace Stevens, “Thirteen Ways of […]

FICTION: A Town of Sharks

When I first moved to Ashbourne, New York, I wasn’t alarmed to find parents raising their young in tanks. Parents have always been raising their […]

Sophie Henry
FICTION: Eighteen

I thought it was a joke when Tyler told me he wanted to get married, so I laughed — a real loud, full belly cackle […]

FICTION: I Get Misty

My special-occasion soap, the lemon verbena with the exfoliating beads, was not behind the half-empty Free and Clear conditioner bottle where I’d left it, which […]

FICTION: Five-Year Plan

You came to America because you had a dream, and now that you’re here the dream is like that song on the radio with the […]

Dora Guo
HUMOR: A Day on Capitol Hill 

In a dreary hearing room, the National Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices staged its first public inquiry. At the center of an elevated, U-shaped table […]

FICTION: Much of Anything

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