Stories from
August, 2014

After you found out your brother died, the first thing I said to you was, “I thought I told you not to call me.”

Jennifer Brush loves ketchup. She also loves catsup.

Facing me are hollow eyes and a down turned mouth. “Cheers.” Glass clinks and we drink before hiding our bottles beneath the bathroom sink.

If Delia Strange was in a relationship with her writing, the status would be “It’s complicated.”

A scream is not a rooster, not in this neighborhood. It won’t bring me out of bed. I have work in three hours. Goodnight.

Spencer Nitkey is an eclectic teenager with very little certainty about where life will take him. All he knows is that he is excited.

Gathering the envelopes (second, third, final notice) from the rug thick with dust, she pauses on last year’s sun-bleached catalog.

Jennifer Ray Morell (@heyjenray) is a writer and student. She lives in Queens, New York.