Noah watched the waters rise, losing both her history and future, only comforted with the knowledge that humans can find beauty in anything.

Beth Blu (@ElizabethEBlu) nefariously plots novels then recklessly writes them.

I found my father on Facebook fifteen years after he left for the gas station and messaged him: Did you get the pack of cigarettes?

R. Castillo currently lives and breathes in Texas.

He loved her once. She thought.

Melissa Sterry likes both whiskey and talking straight.

We grew up craftsmen in an age of sadness, when happiness had become nearly impossible to produce.

Robert Hoekman Jr is an award-winning writer and editor currently focused on big stories in small spaces.

They said there was something new in her paintings afterward—something new in her old paintings. Context, maybe. Regret. And the faces.

Daniel Galef is landscape-oriented.

When I ask him why he drank the drain cleaner, he says: I hoped you would be the first thing I saw when I woke up in the hospital.

J. Bradley lives at

She tried to write a story, but it was already written. This story is also not new.

Mayee Zhu lives in North Carolina and overthinks. She overthought this bio, too.

The only thing my neighbors and I ever agreed upon was that we’d never talk again once the wall was finished.

David Farran is a short fiction writer from Adelaide, Australia.

Everyone knew her story, but no one knew it as much as the boy in the red sweatshirt at Justin’s party.

Bianca German is a senior in high school ’20.

Her long brown hair is absolutely beautiful, but it hides her nametag.

Laya Anasu enjoys looking at untranslatable words.