Short Fiction

U ncle Ray! Uncle Ray! The Bonaventura brothers, Louie and Tony, ages nine and seven, abandon play, leave their friend Dave in his neighboring yard, drop [...]

T he prison door opened, soaking the gray cell with bright fluorescence. Jean stiffened against the thin mattress, its coils pressing across his back. Several guards [...]

Peter Vilbig: "I'm an 8 percenter (which used to be called Middle Caste). Forget the Starvelings, the Subalterns, the Substratas..."

Bonnie Altucher: "Had he shot himself up in her bathroom? And then tidied up? Or taken a sponge bath?"

Jenna Leigh Evans: "The landlord claims I can't have anybody living with me, even though that's illegal. Plain illegal. Are you listening?"

Joseph Patrick Pascale: "Imagine yourself sitting in your living room. Now take away the universe that exists outside the room."

Alexander Slotnick: "Zack brought home a rabbit and said, 'Mommy turned into a bunny today.'"

Connor Crawford: "Dale and his father really fought, and they fought for a long time. Punches. Kicks. Words. Howls."

Jon Roemer: "Rioting heroes versus stuffed shirts. The line is full of static, but he's pissed and on a roll."

Jacqueline Raphael: "I drew in words a vivid picture of Chelsea Burns. I conjured the communal swooning in the gym..."