I don’t see him anymore, not in the flesh, there’s just a cutout of him now. Him and everyone else in the city. Everyone except me. I used to pass real George on my cycle to work. Him and his real dog...

Someday someone will ask me if my grandparents were illegals, and I won’t honestly know because his family migrated at a time when borders didn’t mean what they mean now.

Remember the recharge time. A minute and one. A lot can happen in that time. Microjumps, they say. Alternate realities at the speed of what-if. The velocity of wondering. All I must do is make...

We'll study the conventions of the gothic story, look at modern ghost stories by writers like Brian Evenson and Carmen Maria Machado and others.

Ten stories picked by Elena Zhang

The silver stork plucked my daughter Salma from the porch of our 1860 colonial during a downpour last July.  It was our thing; sitting and watching the clouds build, eating fast-melting popsicles a...

ALT: Angry Man's Intense Stare