I have a wife and a mistress. Providing both believe me in the company of the other, they don’t look for me—freeing me to pray full time.

Soren James arrived on this planet incarcerated in language—later seeking to invert this prison to a temple of contemplation.

He filled the void in his heart with so many lookalikes that when he finally saw her again, briefly, he assumed she was just another one.

Davian Aw’s favourite vegetables include spinach, broccoli and asparagus.

“You won’t become like God. You’ll become more human,” said the honest serpent.

“That sounds alright, doesn’t it?” said Eve.

Justin Lau (@jusco15) is a vagabond at peace. He blogs at justinlau15.wordpress.com and runs Transect Magazine (@TransectMag).

 

She says the same thing about men and cigs: Everything that looks cool will kill you later. Same goes for shoes, cars, and stonewalling Mom.

@a_a_hutson likes to sing. Likes to dance. Owns a pair of shiny pants. Find her on the Web at www.aahutson.com.

Things looked different in his old town—the buildings smaller, the trees taller, the thistles flowering in the ravine they buried Father.

Monica Wang grew up in both Burnaby, Canada, and Taichung, Taiwan, so don’t bother looking for the body.

I waited for you. They said I was a fool, but I didn’t want money. It wasn’t even for love. Every life has a purpose, and that was mine.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

I heard your voice in a jet engine’s roar, so I pulled out my phone to call you. But you were mid shift, so I texted instead: thinking of u.

M. Brigman is on Kindle.

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*