Stories from
September, 2020

What kind of a Philosopher would cry softly on the subway over a sports team?

Rick Andrews is a writer and improviser from New York City. His computer is making his eyes hurt.

Citrus scent punches the air; each fruit fits perfect in my palm. In the hot grove, in a wicker wheelchair, my mother eats her final orange.

Lucy Smith is in love with words and sentences. She tweets at @lucysmithwriter and websites at lucysmithwriter.wordpress.com.

You fall asleep waiting for me again. I take a blanket from our bed and join you on the couch. When you wake you’ll know I’m home safe.

Tova Bitterman has been published on Nanoism once before.

The princess sobbed over the death of the dragon who’d imprisoned her. She’d loved that dragon. And the prince had killed him.

Daisy Roberts thinks Disney movies are amazing.