Toxic Positivityby Joelle Killian I dig ragged nails into my thighs, quietly hyperventilating as our Quest Guides circle around us. Neither their altar crowded with owls, nor the sunlight flooding …

The Problem of Evilby Spencer Nitkey I am Mother and Father’s final test. The fluorescent moon, that diadem of Heaven Industries, smiles a crooked, asteroid ridden smile. It is so close I feel I co…

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The Existential Game of Tarotby Camille Gazoul Guidance  We may be reluctant to trust our inner guide when it appears, because we are so used to taking cues from the outside.¹ Should I move? S…

A Ways Offby Addison Zeller The hotel restaurant was closed. Beetles had eaten the carpets. “We used to sell oysters,” the manager told me when I handed in my references. “These don’t matter,” she …

A Line of Ink, Stretching Back Like A Shadowby Karlo Yeager Rodriguez Mamán loved words; this, Gre-mamán told me. Mamán had covered her belly with writing, painted words on it in great loops and wh…

1 There was a ruddy star in the sky. It is how all stories imaginable end. The ruddy star was not beautiful and it did not shine, but you could see it up there, as one man did, from up on the ragge…

A Line of Ink, Stretching Back Like A Shadowby Karlo Yeager Rodriguez Mamán loved words; this, Gre-mamán told me. Mamán had covered her belly with writing, painted words on it in great loops and wh…

A Ways Offby Addison Zeller The hotel restaurant was closed. Beetles had eaten the carpets. “We used to sell oysters,” the manager told me when I handed in my references. “These don’t matter,” she …

A Ways Offby Addison Zeller The hotel restaurant was closed. Beetles had eaten the carpets. “We used to sell oysters,” the manager told me when I handed in my references. “These don’t matter,” she …

In An Alley Behind It Allby Robert Nazar Arjoyan You know when you’re on the road and you make a left or a right and then all of a sudden you get stuck behind a car with STUDENT DRIVER plastered on…

Toxic Positivityby Joelle Killian I dig ragged nails into my thighs, quietly hyperventilating as our Quest Guides circle around us. Neither their altar crowded with owls, nor the sunlight flooding …

Final Noticeby Drew Broussard It comes as something in the mail. You’ve no doubt seen the kind of mail I’m talking about—the kind that makes you wonder who sold your address, and when, …