Océane

by Jeanne Troy

At the end of November, a harsh storm swept across the northwest. Alyssa's flight was canceled because of high winds and heavy sideways snow at the Seattle-Tacoma Airport. The weather was milder in New York. Hudson made pasta while Alyssa...

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The Family Reunion

by Camilla Hawkins

I squinted, the sunlight bright behind him: the rays straight and white with his silhouette in the middle. I thought about the things he didn't like to talk about--his stint in the army, the death of his father, the violence...

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Little Brother

by Kesi Bem Foster

He could feel his brother watching him from the doorway as he played video games. He heard his brother's cast thump the linoleum floor as he made his way over to their room. Hunched over, sitting on the edge of...

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The Story of Isaac

by Randy Rosenthal

All right, I'll tell you, I haven't always been the most innocent fellow. I've had my fingers and tongue in dirty places. Under one of these depraved spells is where this story begins, in Vesterbro, when I saw Isaac walking...

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Excerpt from "The Bod"

by Jo McKendry

The Audition I began to hoard stolen goods--a crock-pot with a broken lid, a battered copy of the Joy of Cooking, a red leather bag and a boyfriend. Bronzed and muscled and of a clear intellectual bent, Lars was from...

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Excerpt from "Only Whales Keep a Schedule"

by David Plick

Jailbird The doorway to B-pod was painted orange like the metal tables and chairs. Underneath in parts there was grey showing where the paint was peeling off and everyone around, the inmates and guards alike, stared at him not making...

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Excerpts from novel "The End of Everything"

by Paul Segar

Just After the City Cars straddled the highway, rushing towards what was left of the sun in the distant horizon. Crushing the air between them as they cut ahead of one another, their headlights faintly reflecting in my grandfather's windshield...

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Dig

by Todd Stansfield

We dug out as many cattle as we could find: two, in total, out of the eighteen heads. It had been me and my father, Billings and Wilmer, the two helping hands, who left to save them. There was snow...

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Editor's Statement

by Mark Mirsky

As the editor of Fiction, I have been frustrated by our inability to bring out more issues annually and devote a larger number of pages to all the fiction that is submitted to us or that we could publish...

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The Poison

by Lily Morningstar

The thick canopy of mango trees overhead blocked out the light of the waning Gibbous moon and I could hear the dry leaves crunch beneath my sandaled feet as we made our way down the crumbling gravel path toward...

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A New Wife

by Veronica Gorodetskaya

Graf and my father met on the streets. They were both hustling jobs as hands on moving and delivery trucks. A fellow native of St. Petersburg, Graf became my father's best friend in New York. It was hard to...

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Iguana

by G.D. Peters

On a Tuesday night Mark Casey was opening at the Lone Star for Mac Rebennack, better known as Dr. John. How he got the gig I could not imagine, Casey was a virtual neophyte, and the Lone Star was...

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The Force of Intercourse

by Mark Mirsky

There is no independent force of evil in the Hebrew Bible or the Thousand Nights and One scholars have pointed out. A djinn or genie taking on the identity of a court appointed tempter, the Satan of The Book of...

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The Crayfish

by Raymond Strom

On my twentieth birthday, my mother called me with news that she had bought a restaurant on the shore of Lake Superior. Against the advice of everyone I knew, I made plans to go to the grand opening in...

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Cupcakes

by Karen Baddeley

I was probably 8 years old and my family and I had just moved to Nebraska from Iowa. My mom was always really worried that I wouldn't make friends because I was so quiet and shy. So she decided...

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Strange Encounter

by Engels Vargas

I knew I was wasting my time there, but decided to stay anyway. I still had money in my pockets. With a cool glass of whisky in my hands I watched myself reflected on the mirror behind the bartender....

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All Apologies to Frida Kahlo

by Mara Grayson

I probably shouldn't have touched the oil paint. I know I wasn't supposed to. Please understand that my transgression was not an attempt at defiance or destruction. I never wanted to harm the painting, but at thirteen years old,...

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The Yellow Dog

by Seth Cipriano

Last week I pissed off my girlfriend and went to look for a yellow dog because I had nothing better to do. At least I didn't plan to go looking for the dog, but it was better than punching...

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Strip Malls

by Delia Goglas

There's always a man. Always this man or a guy. He's always there somehow, waiting, willing to help you along it seems. I noticed after some time living in New York, almost two years, that I don't really have...

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The Fangs

by Jessica Wider

Frances stood in her cramped and cluttered studio apartment looking through her sizeable wardrobe, which spilled out of the closet and onto the chair, couch and floor. She inspected each piece of clothing, first with her eyes, and then, if...

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