One Day, These Trains Will Run Again – By Justin Bryant
The power was down more often now. The only way Gill could tolerate the heat was to sit under highway overpasses, shielded from the...
The Kissing Class – By Michael Conniff
You never knew what you might find in those handouts under Human Potential or Leisure Pursuits. You never knew, and it was in one...
Arab Spring – By Gregorio Tafoya
His dad threatened to take his allowance—to lower it at least. Ethan tried reasoning with him, but the man was resolute, his authority not...
Apartment 806 – By James la Vigne
Alison dreamed that Daddy climbed out of a deep, kelpy lake to give her a box. Inside was an iPod Nano. Without speaking, he...
She was his Lolita – By Rimli Bhattacharya
She always loved to write and dance, it was in her blood. She had been dancing since age four. She knew singing as well...
Father – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Now there are many people that write about what happened in our time, but only the two of us...
Stars above Detroit – By Jonathan B. Ferrini
It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded...
Drowning in the Red Sea – By Rebekah Ricksecker
Marta
Teaching is like acting, but with less pay. I relied heavily on my acting skills during seventh period every day, more than in any...
Moving Shadow – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Chona’s Chocho and Damjan Dabiziv are sitting under the withered plum tree on the boundary. The boundary divides them...
Turkish Night – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...
