Category: Fiction

INT. BATHROOM – DAY I stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. Eyes like pits sunk in bruised fruit. Skeletal cheeks. Parentheses framing my mouth as if I ...

Dr. Grene was the first to congratulate me on my gold medal, which I had won, not so much because I had finished in record time, but simply because I had aged i...

As Georgia was walking Sam, the dog of a friend, he lunged after another dog and Georgia was so startled she dropped the leash. Before she could get it again, S...

  Zachary drew his first map at age six. Drawn in a single sitting and completely from memory, it was a flawless depiction of the bus route between his gra...

At daybreak William was already awake, anticipating sounds outside at the curb–the engine, the brakes, the driver side door. When the sounds did come, he ...

    Javier closed up the kitchen for the night and came out of the mess area onto the deck for a final cigarette.  He saw the young woman sitting quie...

  The universe starts with a shot. A bullet at the beginning, an explosion expanding on. The glint of a gun lies in the center of the street. A car passes ...

Her father’s hands were all she remembered the evening she got the news—his long fingers, his irregular knuckles, his puckered skin, his cupped and furrowed pal...

  I was going to be fired. Why else would the general manager call me into his office? I sold fewer rooms than the other reservation clerks. I’d once been ...

  The education of the exceptionally promising begins early and ends almost never, and this Nathan Berditchev understood long before the age of twelve when...