Category - Fiction

Fiction Literature Ron Schafrick

Two Friends

Ron Schafrick   t’s June again, which means another Pride, only this year it’s raining, and I’m glad. I’m with my friend Glace and we’re sitting in a restaurant on Church Street. It’s Saturday night, and ordinarily on Pride weekend you can forget about finding an eatery with a free...

Casey Plett Fiction Literature

Little Fish

Casey Plett   he night Wendy’s Oma died, she had sex dreams. Only sometimes did she have sex dreams—usually Wendy had nightmares and usually she was being chased or hurt. But this morning in her dreams when her Oma died, a girl was fucking her over an old television in an abandoned...

Fiction Jasper Sanchez Literature

Every Colour at Hand

Jasper Sanchez   You’re in an art store, halfway down the paint aisle. You’re thumbing tubes of acrylic, the aluminum casing cold against your skin. You’ve got iridescent gold in one fist, and you’re debating the merits of five shades of blue with your free hand. What’s the...

Fiction Li Charmaine Anne Literature

Pink Ladies

Li Charmaine Anne   he movers had long left the new neighbours’ house, and for the last few days, silence had rushed into the space they’d carved out. Grace could hear the birds gain. Listening, she lay beneath her bedroom window in a pool of sunlight while the window’s slats beamed a...

Fiction Literature Nikki Donadio

Cleats

Nikki Donadio   t was a girl who collapsed on the soccer field. Girl, I kept calling her, with her pink headband and red soccer uniform. Dead at thirty-seven, and wheeled into my emergency room with green grass stuck to her cleats. Thirty-seven, the same age as me. Me and Dr. Yip found her...

Fiction Literature Nick Comilla

Night Friends: An excerpt from the novel Candyass

Nick Comilla   his is what it’s like: I never know what day of the week it is. I get so down I drift through and feel up. We get so high we forget it wears off. The clothes are tight to our skin like tattoos, but they slip off effortlessly. Our wrists have been stamped so many times...

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