Stories

He hurt me. I said sorry.

Frances Koziar is a young retiree and social justice advocate in Kingston, Ontario. 

My storage was almost full, until I deleted every email containing your name.

Francesca Leader is a proud Montanan, a deliberately bad cook, and a cat person.

Sci-fi books always get it wrong. As I build I wish I were more like it, not vice versa. There’s a reason robots don’t have feelings.

Philip Simondet is an improviser, a musician, a podcaster, and a writer, and he still doesn’t like himself. 

I opened the door to see who’d been knocking and saw just the same few brooms and old jugs of bleach, huddled in the corners of the closet.

Daniel Galef and David Galef have been writing stories in Nanoism for ten years.

Slim jim and mini whisky bagged, the buzzing fluorescence of 7-11 numbs me. A two-faced sign labels the outside world CLOSED. I believe it.

Daniel Galef has sunken to shameful déps.

My mother died one morning in bed when I was ten. What I want to know, after all these years, is whether my father slept there that night.

David Galef is a work in progress.

At the textile mill she marveled as a bobbin spun so fast it blurred into a fuzzy, ghostly ball. Her two ancient sisters looked on uneasily.

Daniel Galef spinnt doch.

Christmas Eve was the night Santa didn’t come. I mean, he didn’t come every night, but Christmas Eve was the night it mattered.

R. Gatwood’s fiction has appeared in Apex Magazine and Wigleaf, as well as on Twitter (@iwantanewhead).

Sometimes building this time machine seems futile. Why would younger me listen to me when I didn’t listen to that old man when I was young?

Philip Simondet is an improviser, a musician, a podcaster, and a writer and he still doesn’t like himself. 

Do you remember that great day when we walked on the beach, holding hands, talking, smiling? That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.