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.

Sorting the photo collection had halted again. Now we were sitting in silence, lost in memories of the child who never grew up.

Mark Farley (@mumbletoes) blogs about writing.

The pathologist found nothing of note and they reburied her quietly. In time, the primroses grew back but they were never quite the same.

CB McCall is an obvious pseudonym

She decides to put the tooth under her pillow before she leaves. Even with one less kid around, her mom will need the money.

R. Gatwood is concise.

Coming back from dad’s funeral, we fought over the urn and his ashes fell on the seat. He stayed there, watching, judging, just like always.

Andrew Bertaina lives and works in Washington, DC.

Dear Mythmakers of Yonder: We are pleased to inform you that we have chosen your fiction as our history. Sincerely, Nationalist Apologists.

Lately published in 200 CCs, Flapperhouse, Pidgeonholes, theEEEL & Strange Horizons, @ahimaaz has writing upcoming in Milkfist and 7×20.

She looked to the future, mom lived in the past. Beloved dad and husband saw or remembered neither, but in the present all three reconciled.

Guy Stewart writes more than he reads these days.

Here I am striving to be happy when happy just toddled by, pancake in hand and smeared the pug in syrup.

Kristina Peterson is a high school English teacher and mother to a crazy toddler named Henry. They live in Brentwood, NH.