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Fiction

JC Scott

Sacrifice

I’ve been receiving gender-affirming therapies and waiting for the right time to come out to my son…

The Last Shift

You awake into the world where she’s gone, her life taken by a drunk driver while biking home in the cool night air…

Your Every Breath

Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles…

Lailani Kenoly

There is something in the mirror

What is my voice when it has nothing to imitate? Whose beauty is this but not the beautiful ones it mimics?

Daring to Dance

Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.

First Home

Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me”.

The Knowing

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

Gold

The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.

Finding the Narrator

So many questions. Who was she, that she would bury a book? Would it be wrong to dig it up and read it?