Mom was pushing 80 past a semi on the wrong side of Madison, and it was one of them numbers with the cows in it, and you could see the faces peering out through the slats. She must have caught them on the periphery, or maybe she got a glimpse of me in the mirror, and...
Like a toddler lost in a laundry basket full of dirty towels, the Argentine music dances. Cuts through the candlelit fog by the lake. Hip-checks the couple swinging in the hammockfrom making out—still in their bathing suits from earlier that afternoon.They fall. The...
1. She collects seashells, three in a row. One domed, a Buddhist stupa; another hugs the ground, an earthworm after spring rain, seeking damp earth to nuzzle. The third is halved, amputated, an orange tongue searching a mate. A shell on land is life made nomad,...
Huge thank you to judge Matthew Salesses for reading and choosing the winners. This was definitely one of our most competitive contests and we expect these shortlisted stories will find excellent homes very soon! 1st Place: “mi corazón quiere cantar así” by jj...
Notice how they stand in the background of an old family photograph. How they all wear white. How they cloak their bodies in the pallor, fade like a troupe of ghosts. Remember how they started disappearing. How your tío went first, drank himself to death. How he was...
His boots lay down a path through the Timothy and Queen Anne’s lace. This tall, tall boy, with his long boy-legs, muscular basketball player’s legs, strides through the meadow as warblers alight on stalks of ironweed, then lift again and call out. The dog sniffs the...
I'm so proud of our team for reading so many micros! We're so impressed by the sense of place, the knowledge of character, the use of compression to create resonance in these 52 longlisted micros! Writers please celebrate loudly and proudly, but anonymously as the...
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When the semi flipped on its side, cows were launched like bowling pins across multiple lanes. Several died inside the truck. Eventually, many uprighted like dice. The driver lay dying, his belly forming pleats on the steering wheel. After slamming into an ice...
There were aliens in What Cheer, Iowa, aliens with platinum skin and tentacles adept at probing populations, aliens opening up minds and internal organs, flaying off skin and sinew with minimal host damage, aliens who knew their work was little more than basic...
Baby, when the toast goes cold, the butter will not spread. The daffodil fat just sits on stiff bread. You can make it work, sure. Smear on strawberry jam, mash an avocado, fry an egg and let the residual heat warm you. You can reheat toast and endure endless...