Fiction
From the Current Issue
A Snail’s Tell-All Personal Account of the Incredible and Abundant Luxuries of Captive Living
Issue 12 Editor’s Prize for Fiction I am lying in the heady decomp-heat of some assorted grocery-store vegetables that have been delicately laid out for me weeks before. I am sleeping in the oil-slick dirt. There’s something I’m infected with. An itch that originated from somewhere underneath me, coming to rest under my shell, wherever …
Daughter of the Mill
In the harsh lands of the west, where sand and dust polish the stone, the country folk still remember Garina’s legend and her father, the terrible giant Gondol. Though few elders agree on the ending, all say it happened many winters ago when men lived more frightened than in our days. The villagers hid, sitting …
Maggie Elliot
If you want the truth, I really don’t think Maggie Elliot was trying to kill herself. Or she was, but only in order to do something else entirely. Something a lot less tortured. And I know that’s hard to believe and all, seeing as she was a beautiful lady, slipping naked and weeping out of …
Train Ride on a Wednesday Evening
The hard plastic seat seeped cold through Ainsley’s thin sweatpants as she waited on the train station bench. She should have dressed warmer, but the sun had been deceivingly bright that morning. Barely a few snowflakes had fallen all winter, but there she was, pulling the faux fur neckline of her parka tight around her …
A Sound Perspective
It was morning. She felt the chill of the wind come in through her cracked window; it was colder than usual for fall’s sweet hum. In bed, her blankets burritoed around her body, leaving only her face and mouth exposed. Mittens, her 12-year-old cat, lay at her feet. The air crackled; she could see her breath cloud around her face as …