Fiction

Written By: Cecilia Kennedy Streaks of orange and gold color the mountain tops in the distance, shadows filling in where the sun won’t reach. The air feels dry, and the public pool glistens in arctic blue.

Written By: Chester Rogalski Forty years I was a deacon at First Calvary. They’re tearing her down now, but it’s still good of you to go about collecting her history.

Written By: Jackie Massaro Inspired by true events Her hand trails down my back, her fingers like a belt along the side of my waist. She was excited to see me. She had told me so the whole week in text messages and on phone calls. I can't wait to see you. I miss you.

Written By: Michael Sussman “Do you live?” It was Lyuba’s hoarse rasp through the crack in the cave wall separating their pits.

Written By: Heather Drain Los Angeles. 1983.  Theo looked at the ebbing streaks of sunset melting into the ocean. The sky's last shades of  blue were slowly being swallowed by deeper and darker colors.

Written By: Hansen Adcock Never eaten cauliflower, it doesn't do anything for me. My grandmother made an excellent thistle soup. Or was it nettles? Never got stung once.