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 jbradleywrites.com.

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.

I met the woman of my dreams, kissed my best friend, finally took a stand for something, and now believe in aliens. It was a good night.

David G. Martin (@iamdgmartin) is a fiction writer and tabletop gaming enthusiast living in Murfreesboro, TN.

We overwatered plants. We fixed un-broken furniture. Ours was nothing spectacular: small things died in the effort.

Nicholas h Politan loves the man who whistles his dog back inside early each morning.

The day before my grandmother died, I believed in snow, in its ability to cover all that is unkind in this world if only for a single night.

Audra Coleman writes a little of this and a little of that in the mountains of North Carolina.

So many illusions died that day on the overpass. Looking down on the passing cars, he realized that UPS trucks aren’t brown on top.

Ben Roth teaches writing and philosophy at Harvard.

A second date was fine. First Turing Test: inconclusive, but the pasta here was good, and she liked him anyway, and perhaps that was enough.

Katherine Knight is watching the rain. She hides at @codaevermore.