Go Now, You Are Forgiven I took the back stairs to the front office from my classroom in the seventh grade hallway, more out of habit than for any logical reason. I never used the main stairwell at the front of the building, avoiding the corners where the district people congregated. I would rather run… Read More

Where His Eyes Should Have Been White, They Were Red Serena didn’t expect to go home once, nonetheless twice, in the same year. More so, she didn’t expect her mother to be the reason for both visits. The four-hour drive to Ithaca, calming while nerve-wracking, had Serena wanting to turn back, away from her home… Read More

Nothing To You In the afternoons, before our mothers came home, I was in charge of Lizzie. I taught her to long-divide and which vegetables were scientifically proven to make your skin glow and that off-brand cereal was as good as Chex and more frugal. Still, I wasn’t always in the mood to be responsible.… Read More

Belonging When we moved into our home on 99 3/4 acres a family of beavers occupied a pond near the front drive. Our new neighbors brought over meals in foil. They said grace and offered to shoot the pests for us. The man asked what my calibre of long gun was. Most of the trees… Read More

Humorous Micro Fiction from The Arab World Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim The Power of Persuasion By Jamaludin Al-Khoudairi – Morocco I've never seen no one like him who has the power of convincing you with an idea and its ‎opposite, as though he was the last of the scholars of Kalām,… Read More

Through the Glass Darkly Wren watched the last of the late autumn light shine through the crystals hanging in the kitchen window that made a dappled kaleidoscope on the sheer white curtains above the sink. The chickens went to sleep in their coop as the dusk settled in, and the grackles flocked to the roof… Read More

Amber Alert         The train came to a stop and Molly got off with everyone else. It was the last stop. She walked with her head down trying to avoid eye contact until she bumped into a large man.         His cigarette smashed against her sending sparks and ashes across her clothes.         “Be careful.” She brushed them… Read More

The Harmacy A scowling kid followed shoppers with a mop as they entered the Harmacy, halfheartedly working to preserve the white of the floor. With specks of glitter embedded in the faux marble, the tile’s effect was gaudy and bizarre, contrasting with the rows and rows of colorful vials, syringes, and bottles of pills waiting… Read More