She never read the entire story. She just skipped to the good part, the life summarized by publication credits and master’s degrees.

Sarah Vernetti is currently preparing to have her afternoon cup of coffee.

For now most of our lights still work. We’ll see.

Michael Mungiello is from New Jersey.

He’d remember that she was still wearing the macaroni necklace the twins gave her at brunch.

The doctors would stop pumping her chest soon.

Julia Walton’s first novel is being published by Random House Spring 2017. *cue happy music*

I watched as my new makeup bag fell from the second story bathroom window of his apartment complex. When my mascara hit the ground, it ran.

Kayla Pongrac is an avid writer, reader, tea drinker, and vinyl record spinner.

She continued to count, loudly and slowly, long after the children were hidden, basking in the silence between the numbers.

Michael Jagunic is an extra on the set of Cleveland, Ohio.

Forget the stories we made up about the scars. We never had wings. We were born joined at the back, destined only to weigh each other down.

R. Gatwood is concise.

We pile in, wailing with the siren, start the first of a million card games, ignore the banging on the bunker door; it stops soon enough.

Daniel Galef reads when he isn’t writing.

“But he’s my son! My only child!” the woman pleaded. The machine input the new data into the equation, assigning it a value of zero.

Nathaniel W. Phillips (@EldritchNate) lives on the X and Y axes. He writes so he might someday find Z.

Archimedes smiled as the boy fell from the sky. He signaled his men to lower their shields, knowing Daedalus would blame hubris and the sun.

Ian Glass plays with film, canvas, and words.

His hand trembles over the garbage, clutching the frozen cake. Invisible beside him, she wonders what will happen when he finally lets go.

Robert Hanley likes putting words next to each other. If you’re especially bored, you can follow him on Twitter @RobertBHanley.