Dervis told me he wanted to “sleep on it” but after lunch, he’d already had an answer for me, so I guess he napped on his lunch break. He...

I’m not talking baby curls but full-Jesus, gleaming-waxen-flaxen, back-to-the-sixties, personal-best lush. The waves of maturity. Gray to...

Being a teacher does not pay well. Being a teacher’s aide pays even less. Mostly the kids are fine, just loud. It’s small town school....

That first time we screwed around with the possibility of insemination looming, I couldn’t focus. I kept thinking about the state of our...

It had been a month since Carol sent her friend Leona an email telling her about Brute, the dog Carol had recently rescued. She thought...

A writing program would’ve whipped me into shape. I wouldn’t be so damn flabby. My stories wouldn’t start in the wrong place, right at...

March 13, 1990: Elba, AL Seven old men formed a straight-back chair semicircle around the wood stove in the store front of Bill’s...

Greg Morris drove into a Lumber and Plumbing Supply Company's parking lot fast and halted abruptly in the nearest assigned loading spot....

“So go to your damn party,” Jill said. Sam gazed at Jill across the bed. Her words weren’t exactly a free pass, but Sam would take them....

Please forget about my name. It’s Constance Bytheway. I always felt like I stole it from an old lady when I was born. Perhaps, in time, I...

Lord Eadgar stepped through the grass with sudden caution, careful not to crush under his gait delicate white and purple lilies, nor bend...

For nine consecutive months, I found myself being followed by the same dream. Every time I closed my eyes I arrived at the same...

I always pride myself as the best waiter in Faaji Restaurant and Lounge. Maybe even in the whole of Ibadan. But all afternoon as I skid...

If someone asks, "Are you with me?" then you say yes, or a-ha; something to show that you are with them, because this is how they know...

Author’s Note: Below is an excerpt from “Rejection Therapy” by Takier George, a hybrid collection of narrative poetry/fiction. Memories...

Content warnings: escape and abduction, swearing, mention of terminal illness The ceiling glowed crimson as I sprinted down the hall. A...

The yoga class ran long. On a bench outside the studio, the Kuykendalls sat waiting with phones in hands and their breath billowing...

Lizzie and I were the only two ‘girls’ on the Snake Mountain Hotshots that year, 1997. Our supervisor Bob would only hire two for a...

For the first few years, when his father and Addie went to the Barracks, his father would stop by the welcome center and ask a volunteer...

The light in the studio (read: closet) was starting to wane as the sun sank behind the apartment building to the west. Kara hopped up and...