Scott runs all the way home from school. With his little arms pumping and his trainers pounding the ground, he is in the Great North Run, then the London Marathon. He wins them both and the crowd goes wild, but… Continue Reading
Marin, up to her ankles in sea foam that looks and smells like dirty dishwater, is alone. She watches the low tide wash over bare feet so white they’re almost blue, stealing the sand out from under them. The water… Continue Reading
Alex stood on the edge of a rooftop fifteen stories high, staring at an exit sign that led to nowhere. His unlit cigarette was perched precariously between his lips, momentarily forgotten. He walked around the exit sign, looking at it… Continue Reading
When I opened my brother’s new front-loading washing machine, I didn’t expect to find a shaggy bearded head inside. I suppose I should have noticed it sooner — the door is glass — but hey, I was in a hurry.… Continue Reading
Listen to “There are Those Who Have the Stars…” by John Eric Vona, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] John Eric Vona is a graduate of Florida State University’s prestigious creative writing program, and his work has been featured in magazines… Continue Reading
Karen glanced out the window at the Potomac River. God, August in Washington was hot. She half expected steam to rise. She wondered what the aliens’ world was like. Maybe they liked this kind of weather. Why else would a… Continue Reading
“There’s Bran!” Jacob Kit screams to a fellow camper. The eight year old stands in a stopped line of children and gawks at the man most campers are terrified of. The other camper looks at Jacob with raised eyebrows. “Bran… Continue Reading
He drove Phantom through the darkening forest, shouting and cursing at the friend that had borne him since he was a teen. In the dying light, Erik could see foam streaking back from Phantom’s mouth. The stallion’s breath came in… Continue Reading
editorial by Camille Gooderham Campbell From the Editors First, some happy news. Our Executive Editor Jordan Ellinger has become a father — his beautiful little son arrived a couple of weeks ago, and we couldn’t be happier for him and… Continue Reading
Radaba, Radaba, though you let down your hair, yet I shall venture ever near. It was deep darkness of a soft summer night when first I heard the song of longing that lured me to the walled garden. Again and… Continue Reading