FICTION

STRANGE CONDOLENCES | MARK TULIN

I felt strange at Maddie’s funeral as the people lined up to give their condolences.…

STRAPPED | SCOTT HOLLERAN

In his will, Milton’s founder Milton Otero left everything he owned to the bar’s new…

SILENT NIGHT | LEEN RAATS

The heat feels like a lukewarm blanket. The heavy air presses down on Karel, as…

BLANK SPACES | EKENEDIRICHUKWU ANSELM ALITA

When Mummy G.O. said that it would work, I did not argue. Even though I…

MARCH TO MOSCOW | NICK ARMBRISTER

Demang marched his rested and rearmed army to Moscow. He would succeed where the other…

PEGU | KAREN JENNINGS

Dark in the cabin, the long, low creaks of the ship slapped to and fro…

THAT WOMAN’S CURSE | EZIOMA KALU

It’s time for that woman to come to me. I know it’s time, because I…

THE GREAT DIG | CHRISTY MCCARTHY

I sat on the scratchy blue couch across from him as I bit the inside…

LIVING DEATH | JIM ROSS

In a World War II vintage townhouse in a suburb of Washington, D.C., sitting on…

OLORUNAYO | DEBORAH UZOMA

Ward 3, Federal Teaching University Hospital, was filled up with mothers and their newborns. At…