The consensus of the women in Mrs. Proppe’s kitchen was that the Ragman was 90. Mrs. Torto thought 100 because in the bible, what, don’t…
Simonsen’s piece (view here) proceeds as a triptych, three disparate sections that inform one another while remaining distinct. The first two connect thematically through the…
The first slumber party in Angie Bushnell’s unfinished basement I’m light as a feather, afraid I am too fat but stiff as a board, light…
I never learned to play guitar because my dad’s body aches. Most of his life has been spent working in hot warehouses. He worked for…
Syzdek’s piece (view here) proceeds from the perspective of a child who offers an explanation for the father’s physical deterioration. The stiff joints, limp, and…
Higgs crafts a speaker (view here) whose confession is both chilling and engaging, largely due to the fact that he never overtly states the motivation…
I nearly killed a boy named Jonathan Pilby when I was fifteen. If that nosy jogger hadn’t found his busted bloody body under the bridge…
Sophie Rosenblum: We’re delighted to have you judging our contest this year. What are you reading these days? Is there anyone on your radar our…
I couldn’t see over the dashboard when we hit it, but my father described it as a red flash sucked beneath the beam of his…
Murphy’s piece (view here) takes an unexpected event—the death of the fox—and uses it to reveal several different elements of human nature in the story’s…