Snow Day
by Kathryn Kulpa let’s say we slipper-skated to the window and the window was cake-drizzled with snow, the window was soft-focus frosted, and let’s say we opened that window just…
By Jack Remiel Cottrell It started with tea. Cups of it, going cold on the desk beside Ipsi’s computer. He brewed his tea strong and black, then left it overnight…
by Aimee Parkison and Meg Pokrass “She was told that she had nine million babies inside of her. Her womb held a continent.” These insane animal facts create a narrative…
By: Janelle C. Shane Issue: 29 June 2020 6016 words She pointed to herself, said her name, then pointed to her bots and said their names. She pointed at the…
Kikuko Tsumura I was ever so keen to visit the Aran Islands, but unfortunately, I died before ever making it out of Japan. I was seventy-two at the time. My…
For her whole life, the world had been divided into the people around her, people who knew her, and who she was. Most of those were people who wished her…
three versions of one person meet in a forest. One of them is excited about it, one of them is nervous, and one them really wishes this hadn’t happened.
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One day at work I fall into brine and they close the lid above me by mistake. Much time passes; it feels like long sleep. When the lid is finally…
The fatberg didn’t ooze. It was a solid, unmoving mass. Every day they broke away chunks like breezeblocks. This one was a monster, the biggest yet. It was almost the…