Fiction
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Birdy
Sadie Bernard I wish we had left him there. Mom found him under a bush in our backyard. He was wet; it had rained the night before, and like the grass, his shiny black body was damp and covered in beads of water. He had awkward, twig-like legs and a black, razor-sharp beak. Mom thought
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To the person who loves my husband
Alexis Ames To the person who loves my husband: I don’t know who is reading this letter. Maybe it’s you, Maryanne, the best sister I could ever have asked for. Maybe it’s you, Allen and Alice, the neighbors who welcomed us to Fenwick’s End all those years ago and made this place feel like home.
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The Eternal Eeriness of Edgegrove Estates
Barlow Crassmont Everyone knows Marsha Meadow is kooky but this is different. When I show up to her weeknight tea invitation, there are no cups on the table, no kettle either. How’ve you been? I say. You better sit down, she says. I have a favor to ask. I detest conversations that start with such
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Puppet Show
Nikoline Kaiser After the car-wreck that Anthony insist happened because the other driver was texting while going over the speed-limit and Ellie is sure happened because Anthony had been drinking too much at poetry-night before getting behind the wheel, she decides that she needs a re-do of her life. Ellie thinks, in the broken recesses
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As Far as the Headlights Shine
Michael Chin “You can’t just look a couple feet in front of the car,” Dad said. “You’ve got to look out and all around.” He fished his phone out of pocket. It made Rob nervous when his father moved around in the passenger seat, long-limbed enough he might knock into the steering wheel, knock into