Fiction

I met her just outside the brass-handled doors of Suburban Station, a good walk from 16th and Locust where I came up from below ground to the grey sidewalk on a bright, sunlit early...

The pineapple sat on the counter, contemplating suicide.Wait! Don’t go! I know what you’re thinking: This is ridiculous—pineapples don’t contemplate.I agree wholeheartedly. Why do you think I’m considering ending it all? As far as...

     Tucker turned down Morris and walked past the house. TV flashed above the curtains. Since coming home from the hospital Ray watched movies all night. Said it took her mind off things, August,...

Renee pulled her car to the curb and double checked the address on the GPS. It was a house. The woman on the phone made no mention of working from home. Renee got out...

The Celestial Diplomat             He arrived three quarters past midnight, on foot. His car lay in a ravine a mile down the road, and his jeans and feet were muddied. The only belongings he carried...

I suspected there was more to Agatha Berlinsky than her coldness and lack of humor. It was 1963, and we didn’t get along. She was a long-term substitute teaching our eighth grade English class....

Cake Rush By Courtnei Hill If being in a baking competition didn’t bring a pit in Sarah’s stomach, it was her fallen cake. Her heartbeat ringing in her ears, deafened the sound of ovens and mixing...

The Thompson gang gathered upon a hill overlooking the desert valley beneath them. Monroe, the hardened leader of the gang, was polishing his revolver and reviewing his plans for their big score. He looked...

“Sorry for the tough way we brought you here, but it was for security and important purposes,” said a man with a tone of a mix between a young person and an adult. “Let...