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After The Living Dead Girl

By: Bianca Rae Messinger

1 Mar 2021

“I am dead!” I yell at him. By this time the camera has slid into his stomach

By: Hal Y. Zhang

22 Feb 2021

he wants a six-figure expert / on minimal wage / and gets you

Wildlife Encounter

15 Feb 2021

Don’t be afraid if you swelter—the sunbird has that effect.

Excerpts from the Dr. Sexpot Saga

By: Sarah Kathryn Moore

8 Feb 2021

To be the unwitched sister is to know ynth. To be a spacesuit filled with blood on a planet filled with spacesuits filled with blood.

A crowd of yakubyō gami (pestilence yōkai)

1 Feb 2021

We cannot understand yet where this virus will take us.

The Time Tourist | El Turista del Tiempo

By: Beatriz F. Fernandez

25 Jan 2021

Only I, who pack years in my bags like souvenirs, can arrive, leave and come back, unchanged. | Sólo yo, que empaco los años como recuerdos en mis maletas, puedo llegar, salir y volver, sin nunca cambiar.

Soft Shoulder (Excerpt)

18 Jan 2021

Soft Shoulder speaking softly / quick-stop-tongued lanky cur dog / lisping languid in jeans

In Which the Deer, Unwittingly or Not, Moves In

By: Nikki Caffier Smith

11 Jan 2021

a place nicknamed The Village of Fatherless Children

By: Stephanie Burt

4 Jan 2021

Imagine if you had—so to speak—no skin. If anybody could borrow your locked-up possessions.

By: Meep Matsushima

21 Dec 2020

We were just going to the grocery store.

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