At night, you dial a number you used to know. You ask if it remembers you running your fingers through her hair, how it fell out like stars.

J. Bradley lives at

They lay in bed side by side.
“The candles were nice,” she said.
“It was just one candle,” he said.

Joanna Arnow (@arnowjo) is a filmmaker. Her most recent films are BAD AT DANCING and I HATE MYSELF :)

After the tornado, Dorothy cobbled shoes from splinters, made a path through rubble and walked, dust like rouge across her cheeks.

Lisa Ahn (@Lisa_Ahn) writes quirky fairy tales from a small desk in a house filled with coffee, pets and kids.

I watched our apartment burn, praying I’d shut off the stove.

Andrew Dolbeare (@adolbeare) writes lies.

The broken body of a yellow bird. I found it outside my house. “I will make marshmallows in your image,” I whispered.

Marcus Haugen has been described as “pretty laid back.”

The fact that generosity annoyed her only made it worse. But, there were monsters to feed and that was the long and the short of it.

Daragh Beirne makes little creatures do stuff.

GRADES ARE UP. I check mine and return to the classroom chat. Teary-eyed emojis adorn the message. I click the thumbs-up and feel like shit.

M. So (@MarlaArielleSo) writes fiction (Twitter-sized or otherwise) for $5+ apiece at

He dithered at the church door as his mother lay in the hospital, wondering which would be the bigger sin, lying to her or to himself.

Nidhi Arora prefers, by far, to inhabit the world of fiction.

The night after Dad’s funeral, I watched Mom stare at a bottle, saw my sister googling lingerie, and went out and buried my toys.

N. Muma Alain is a poet and fabulist from the British Southern Cameroons. He publishes horror/suspense twitter fiction @nmamuma.

I’m not sure why I’m still romanticizing something that has crushed my ability to be present in relationships.

Isis Orchard is a high school senior.