We keep saying accident. We keep not saying suicide. Both words keep getting louder and louder.

R. Gatwood is concise.

Exactly one year ago, your friendly editor was on the radio to discuss twitter fiction with Colin McEnroe for WNPR. It was a lot of fun (and at least a little bit scary), and I even got to read #642 by our author-of-the-month R. Gatwood on the air.

Our segment starts around the 6:45 mark.

For months, whenever you hear the word “boundaries,” your ears get hot (I’m not a stalker) and you try not to remember how nice she was.

R. Gatwood’s work has appeared in Wigleaf and Contrary Magazine.

He seemed so happy. And he had been unhappy for so long. And I was so tired of taking care of him.

R. Gatwood is concise.

“Eurydice?” he says for the third time.

Behind him, she waits.

R. Gatwood never looks back.

For May, we’re bringing back our author spotlight series. This time, we’re doing an encore from our first feature and presenting a round of stories from one of our very favorite concise writers, R. Gatwood.

Also, did we mention that Nanoism turned 8 years old over a month ago?

I say, “It’s good, but it’s not like it’ll change my life or anything.”
She says, “I think maybe you misunderstand what a burrito is.”

Ben Roth teaches for the Harvard College Writing Program. He has a Ph.D. in philosophy.

The BMW was going too fast, and I was behind you on the crosswalk, and you whispered, “Fuck it, pay for my college,” and “shit, shit, shit.”

Colin Lubner is a senior at Villanova, where he writes less than he should.

She wrapped her arms around me. It was a function of her programming—I knew that—and yet, it had awakened something real.

S. Patrick Gallagher writes from New Jersey. He tweets @TightFiction and @spatgallagher.

Everything they upvoted became true.

Davian Aw is hungry.