FICTION
He Walks in His Sleep Into Your Life

  If the piano player were better, my mind might wander in his direction, wondering where he lives and who he likes and all that, […]

Irene Kim
Sunday

Mom sings with the rest of them, louder and prouder than she has ever been with me. The distance between our shoulders may as well have been cavernous. They all sing, unabashed, and I can’t match the depth of their feeling. I just stand and fruitlessly observe them all. Why don’t I get it? I remember why I hate being here.

Intoxication

I don’t feel CorpusTech trying to go through and intoxicate me. I feel the whisper of clothes as the sweaty Buzzies and partiers push around me. I hear the pulse of the music. I see laser points like stars on the ceiling and streaks of cars flying down Third Avenue. And for once, I can stand the sound of my own thoughts.

Playground Lessons

It’s dark in the movie theater and Martin’s throat is tight because of some dumb chick flick. The little boy just tumbled over on the […]

Catherine Yang
Bucks

The buck had only one antler, and we both expected imbalance to be the thing that drowned him. He had entered the river gracefully, like […]

dangorodezky
The Swimming Pool

He was drowning; airless, breathless, limitless. The bubbles of carbon dioxide floated up, up and away from his face, expanding, then contracting, then bursting. I […]

elinorhills
The Last Snow

He is so old that you can see Heaven in his eyes. The fat doctor calls it cataracts, but the psychic at the bus stop […]

catherinebui
The Catz’s Family Dictionary

Sivan (p. noun): /sē/vôn/ 1. What they would call the baby girl. 2. Spring. Origin: Her mother had always thought the name was pretty. She […]

Forty-Four Seconds

“Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah — from the Lord out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and […]

Sunk

The sinkhole happened at the crack of a bat. It was with the baseball player’s swing, in a perfect collision of wood to stitches, that […]

deleinelee
She Is Not Mine

Girls leave boys all the time. When Shiku said she was leaving me, I cleared my throat and said, “Leave the keys on the windowsill, […]

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