Fiction

Husband Cubes by Annie Elizabeth Kreiser

“I used the sharpest knife we had, a wedding gift from all those years ago. When I was young and beautiful, fresh out of high school. My friends went off to college, but I had stayed behind, secretly proud of myself for not giving in to the temptations of the world, for making my own choices.”

See You Later by Tara Tevald

“They knew that Hudson hadn’t been taking the death of his mother very well. He’d hardly said a word to any of them in the past few days, barely even leaving the house anymore.”

A Pirate and a Ship in a Bottle by Aubrey Lynch

“Years ago, when she was only nine, she’d sat mesmerized as the ship cut through the ocean in its relentless voyages in an old, clunky television set that couldn’t so much as weather a storm without static rendering it incomprehensible visually and auditorily. The pirates within went unmatched, taking on nature’s furious winds and waves in storms ordinary people would have perished in.”

A Distraction of Whales by Christopher Pizolato

“An identical hillside rose on the opposite bank. Out beyond Monica’s range of vision, she knew the river bled out to the ocean. The instrument which was the object of her focus she had staked into the dirt, the receiving end pointed in the direction of the sea.”

Collection of Vignettes by Keelyn Myers

“The same storm occurred over and over for months. The sky was filled with grey and fog that made it hard to see. The fog was like smoke from a flame that was shown throughout the whole town.”

My Mother’s Daughter by Sashamarie Long

“I think it is pretty convenient for an alcoholic to work from home. Our Saturdays mostly consisted of this, crying followed by some cartoons, headphones jammed in my ears, my father sitting in misery at his desk, and the scent of my favorite breakfast filling the kitchen just as when I was a little girl.”

Geburtsville, Pennsylvania by Annie Elizabeth Kreiser

“I arrived at the creaky wooden house my parents raised me in. A pillar of smoke rose lazily into the sky from the backyard. I was greeted by the smell of cooking meat and firewood.”