Ransom by Mark Budman Her skin changed colors every other second, and that was why she belonged to the lowest caste in her far, far away country. In fact, her caste was so low and so rare that it had only one member: her. People in the other castes had normal skin:...
The Right Place by Tyler Sones 2003 Weekends, we assemble at Dave’s house and drown compunction in Bacardi 151 and Percocet. We comb our hair and dress in clothes that allow us to pass—the brightly colored collared shirts that all the rich boys wear that year, khaki...
Is That Mushroom or Ash by Darla Mottram “I think it’s Ash.” “Oh. I thought it was Mushroom.” Meek gives me an irritated look. He’s right; I’m only disagreeing to provoke him. We’re on the corner of Hemlock and Harrison;...
Juana Catarina by Robert Kostuck November. Morning light. The riverbank crumbles beneath the edge of the house, the river sings lullabies twenty-four hours a day. “Give me a cigarette,” says Juana Catarina. “And keep that hijo’eputa out of the room for an hour or two....
When Zac, 32, Strolls In IRL by Francine Witte he looks nothing like his profile pic. For one, he’s wearing a fake mustache. For two, his hair is blonde. He recognizes me, of course. I’ve gone to great lengths to look exactly like my profile pic, which is me in my...
Little Washington by Annie Vitalsey On a Friday, they told us we had no more water. We watched footage on the news of a twelve-inch water main burst, caught on camera in the center of Little Washington. We watched millions of gallons erupt through the pavement,...
