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We’re moving fast now. The crowds, the lights, and the noise of the city centre receding into quiet darkness. I can’t get my mind...

Sits facing forward her headphones inserted discreetly into her ears, which are covered by her raven-black straight hair; listens to...

At noon on a hot Monday in August, two anomalous figures, attache cases in hand, flew in to Houston’s Hobby Airport. Gazing upon the...

The ritual of drawing up a month requires the entire kitchen table, two pens (one red and one blue), a wooden ruler, a bottle of...

The first one comes from beneath the refrigerator: antennae probing, underbelly of its exoskeleton scrubbing against the dusty linoleum,...

—Believe it or not, the ancient Chinese 5-Agent Principle accounts for us all. Water (born in a year ending in 2 or 3) -helps wood but...

“Stop it!” Erika turned to face Jerry. Despite his stealth, she’d heard him approach her locker. He feigned surprise. “What?” At...

He might as well be a ghost. His appearance is as close to invisibility as human features can get. Something to do with proportions and...

Every Monday I always ask my boss how her weekend was. Not because I’m particularly interested, it’s just something to say. She usually...

*Note from the editor: content warning, suicide* It started in the back of his taxi. Overweight, swarthy, late fifties, greasy hair and...

Note from the editor: content warning, gun violence I noticed first, that I was different, at old Mrs. Withers’ Labor Day cookout. By...

I. Evelyn sat in the white Adirondack chair on the back porch. She smoked a Parliament and tapped her foot quietly on the dusty floor....

From the football field size patch of muddy land stretching out along the side of the road where I sat, I could see the gray water of the...

Someone’s banging on the door. It shakes in protest, scattering the splinters of light that push through the cracks in the wood. Who is...

The goldfish lasted for a week or two. My five-year-old son Alex and his friend Joey probably killed it by continually bringing it...

Jacob Fallada heard the boys long before he saw them. Their shrill, panicky voices carried all the way down the deserted dirt-track...

I shove my hand deep into the bowl of ice and take a seat on the other side of the bar. “Bet you won’t do that again,” my boss says and...

“Switchin' it up on me today?” I asked Mr. Ed who had rolled up a bag of Grizzly and shoved it in his back pocket. “Switchin' what up?”...

The last time we spoke, you were red-eyed and soaring high. I tried to bring you back down to Earth because I had something to say, but I...

I don’t know why my father cries. I asked my mother and she said to take my little ten-year-old tush into the living room and ask my...