Fiction

Written By: Ian Berling The storm had come in from the North and worked the ocean into a frothing, foaming cauldron ready to boil over at any moment.

Written By: Allison Hummel “Shut the curtains, Nella, it hurts.” Camille shifted on the sofa and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Her hand trembled slightly, resting against her sternum.

Written By: Danielle Bauman I used to be a dreamer. Your classic wish upon a star kind of daughter. Little girls are full of so much hope until the real world drains it out of them.

Written By: Paul Grammatico Another Saturday at Liam's Grandad Rowan's house, they watched his seanathair's favorite game—Irish hurling—on the flatscreen.

Written By: Liam Johns Clancy sits slouched at the restaurant’s edge, spooning clods of fried rice into his mouth. Above him, the mall’s fluorescent lights hum, the smack of his lips punctuating their drone.

Written By: D. C. Martin Sometimes a picture brings you back. Sometimes it drags you there even if you don’t want to go. Sometimes you have no choice.