Forgiveness as pure joy, she insisted. A ribbon-breasted finch warbled in its nest. Under the waterfall, his lantern like sunlight in rain.
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé is a city hermit. He’s thinking of making clay miniatures for a recently repotted bonsai.
G’night, tweeple: 39 in my childhood bed, stuck here selling knives. Powerball is a losing dream. Down the gullet. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Sara Lippmann lives and writes in Brooklyn.
“How old are you really, darlin’?”
“I promise.”
“Lucky me. But what if this is a fake ID?”
“Who gets a fake ID that says they’re eighteen?”
Robb Todd is listening to the same song over and over again and it is driving you crazy.
Always: Reference the championships, insert symbols for swears.
Never: Make spelling errors, have mercy.
Now: Chat their a$$es off, YANKS42.
Scott Akalis likes to hike, yet lives in Chicago. He likes to write fiction, yet lives in the real word.
From the way she scooped him from his buggy, shushed him, kissed his tears and hugged him all the way home, he might almost have been hers.
Martha Williams hugs her figments here: www.marthawilliams.org.
She decided, after many days and many repetitions: Hell wasn’t a labyrinth. It was an empty house and a short memory.
Lara Ek is American, Hungarian, Swedish, a reader, and a writer.
“Don’t you wonder how we die?” He mimes flipping a switch and I hand him his pill. He swallows it with water he throws back like bourbon.
Ann Marie Gamble (@amgamble) is usually pretty long-winded. And the footnotes! Those are a pain to code.
This story won 1st place in our 2010 Nanofiction Contest (for Haiti).
Deftly he pours a Cabernet the color of his shirt, pushes the glass across the table to her. It’s enough time to say no.
Ann Marie Gamble (@amgamble) is usually pretty long-winded. And the footnotes! Those are a pain to code.
This story won 2nd place in our 2010 Nanofiction Contest (for Haiti).
A photo of me hung on the fence next to all of the others. Had anyone seen me? I didn’t call the number.
Tara Barnes freelance copyedits in New York. She also squeals when she finds out Ethan Canin likes something she wrote. Forgive her.
This story won 3rd place in our 2010 Nanofiction Contest (for Haiti).
He likes picking scabs. Picking at the scab and watching it fall off is like saying, “Daddy, go away.”
Viona Lam thinks thinking is adorable.