Rie’s arms itched like fire. She tore her skin off in sheets. Once only the gleaming metal remained, she felt much better.
Christian Martin posts very short stories and chats about video games @PixelatedGuy.
His wide eyes implored her, but she was convinced. “What happens next matters most,” she sang, checking the gag and pushing him out to sea.
Born in a singular quantity, M. Drehd has been divided ever since.
But lo, the Lord then formed a greater curse: the financial ruin of the firstborn.
Sean Vivier wrote this.
In a family that never listened, he learned to shout. And in the world, they followed.
Jessie Wang is a writer with big hopes and low expectations.
My coat wraps about me like the wings I once loved. It sheds the numbing rain, but not the stares or whispers, knives twisting in my ribs.
Nathan Slemp is either a frantic college student or hopelessly buried in his own worlds, depending on the day. He lives in Michigan.
Lovesick on the highway, tuned to a radio show on coincidences, when you drive past unaware, picking your nose, and leave my heart pounding.
Dawn Sperber lives and writes in New Mexico, found @WonderMeant.
Children play in the park. A hand reaches for another rung of the monkey bars, legs dangling precariously. Let him fall, he’ll learn.
Mark Rosenblum is a New York native who now lives in Southern California where he misses the taste of real pizza and good deli food.
He couldn’t feel my face when I was a baby. His hands were too rough, or I was too soft. Like cinderblocks on silk, mother said.
Dan Reiter believes in partial telepathy.
She spreads mint jelly across a slab of multi-grain toast and wishes for pop-up children who never say no or I can’t or don’t kill me.
Kyle Hemmings lives and dies in New Jersey.