Category: Fiction

“HWOOYA” This was the sound that echoes for at least an hour after waking up in this bizarre forest I had never seen in my life.  It feels chill and crisp like nature is one to do, but also with maple trees in a vibrant painterly orange that nature never has in a sky that

Howard knew exactly how it would go down. It was always the same. Evelyn would come waltzing in through his front door with a flourish of her hand like a movie star arriving at the Academy Awards. He would wince as she approached, wondering which Evelyn she would be this time. He thought back to

CONTENT WARNING: This fictional story contains scenes of physical and sexual violence. I was only twenty-two on that terrible day. Nobody cared why I did it. Instead, they were curious about who did it. And it’s hard for me to understand why I didn’t get a chance to explain. It all started with the arranged

She was a quiet child, always lost in the silent fields of fantasy while she gathered acorns with a perpetual furrow of thoughtfulness between her brown eyes. In a low lilting tune that was sad and happy all at once, her mother would sing to her of a peasant girl who becomes a princess, and

The doctors are our age now. They may have white coats on sometimes, but they wear t-shirts, sneakers, and have youthful faces. Mostly men so far, but damn, these guys are nice. I don’t just mean good bedside manner, or whatever that expression is. I mean they are working to support you because they believe

After hurling her phone at the wall, Miranda left her apartment to knock on her neighbours’ door across the hall. Miranda was four years into motherhood. Four unyielding years that created a near permanent look of despair on her face, along with an atmosphere of bewilderment emanating from her pores—or her soul—she wasn’t sure which. 

            The bouncer looked over May’s blonde head as she made her way inside the lineless bar, as she did every Sunday evening. The other patrons looked to her, then away, for they all thought it best to acknowledge her as little as possible—especially the bouncer.             May had not yet reached twenty-one years, but

     Stuart doesn’t want to leave, but he doesn’t want to stay either.  He gazes around him – passengers coming and going, creating a turbulence that sweeps him to the side, paralyzed, drowning.  A confusion of swirling colors, pastel sandals and navy-blue winter jackets, giving ambiguous clues about people’s destinations.  Stuart’s anxiety about what’s coming

            Zoey lifted the bicycle from the curb where she had taken a spill startled by the military jeep so close to her rounding the corner. Cold steel pressed against her forehead, her eyes traveling up the barrel to a finger on the trigger.             Her in-laws’ housekeeper, Carmelita, dashed into the street screaming at

Feral Rickie was sent to find the family dog. His father had been working on the car. During one trip to the basement for tools, he left the door open and the terrier-mix Snappy was out and down the street to the drainage ditch that ran along the railroad tracks and farmer’s fields. A look

Bryan Billiams had, historically, never been a good liar. So that was why, as he sat in front of the two officers, Bryan Billiams told them everything. — Bryan Billiams was fifty-two years old and looking for a career change when he stumbled upon The Merry Barber. The place stood out in the same way

If we had a voice, we would scream and wail and cry so loud that no creature would dare come close to us for fear of going deaf. We would scream until the strain tore our vocal cords to shreds and the taste of blood coated our raw throat. But alas, we don’t have that