Editor’s Note Earlier this month, I woke to the news that my community lost a leader to suicide. She was a passionate advocate for justice and human dignity. I had the privilege of seeing her…

Editor’s Note Earlier this month, I woke to the news that my community lost a leader to suicide. She was a passionate advocate for justice and human dignity. I had the privilege of seeing her…

Editor’s Note I fixed my lawnmower today. It broke last fall, during the final mow of the season. The thing ran out of gas, the recoil spring snapped, and the pull cord ripped off in my hand,…

Daddy always said our house was a lemon: all waxy and yellow out front but rotten in the back. We had mold on the porch, black widows under the stairs, and water moccasins in the yard where my brot…

Editor’s Note Especially during times of uncertainty and unrest, I yearn for a simplicity often associated with childhood, a time when joy and wonder wait around every corner and imagination …

Editor’s Note Especially during times of uncertainty and unrest, I yearn for a simplicity often associated with childhood, a time when joy and wonder wait around every corner and imagination …

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Editor’s Note For one reason or another (you can probably guess), I’ve been thinking about what it means to be disappeared, snatched up and vanished by larger forces in the world. I have this…

Editor’s Note For one reason or another (you can probably guess), I’ve been thinking about what it means to be disappeared, snatched up and vanished by larger forces in the world. I have this…

April 2023 I am still married.  My husband is elsewhere.  My children sleep in their beds.  I ready the house and myself for when they wake. I am the center of a seesaw and I keep th…

Editor’s Note It’s summer in the States, the thick heat of July, and I am yearning for a breeze, a stirring of something better swooping in. We’re sick of the oppressive heat, the oppressive …

Alt: Tina Fey on her knees begging “please”

Overview and guidelines for the Best Small Fictions annual series, published by Alternating Current Press.

Editor’s Note This issue comes in the midst of spring’s wild growth, its uncertain promise growing from decay. In a world that feels increasingly unstable—oppressed by petty tyrants and a pil…

ALT: a man and a woman are in a small boat on a lake

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The moon is going door to door and asking for a cup of sugar. Nobody gives her any. Most won’t even answer the door. They peer through peepholes, slits in blinds, around edges of curtains. They whi…

ALT: a man in a white turtleneck is dancing in a pink room with a lanyard around his neck .

Alt: a pink heart is surrounded by stars in the night sky

Alt: A head peeking over a plot of grass with the words ``What are you doing?''

How to PlayClick the button below, make a few choices, end up with your own sweet treat experience using pieces in this issue. Maybe the answers will tell you something. Start Shaking Things Up Hea…

Editor’s Note I cannot extract this time, or this issue of Vast Chasm, from the current political and social moment. In the pieces collected here, we are asked to consider how we handle grief…

Editor’s Note I cannot extract this time, or this issue of Vast Chasm, from the current political and social moment. In the pieces collected here, we are asked to consider how we handle grief…

Alt: Perry the Platypus buckles up with five straps across his body, a serious look on his face.

I know we just did one of these earlier this year, but wasn’t it fun? Aren’t you ready to make some more connections? I bet that’s exactly what you’re longing for. Well, here it is. Sate your dark …

Crow calls puncture the icy air. In the silences between—our snowshoes punching a trail behind us—we make small talk like we have practiced in class. In my pockets I tuck his facts, the siblings an…

We must rewind to see how I got here. We must rewind to the glaring, too-bright, yellow-green lights of the PATCO train. To the walk down a darkening Arch Street in the chill of a March evening. To…

My nephew Moe is hungover. Even though he’s only 17, I had him sample the product last night. That way, he knows what he’s hawking. Before he took each Troll Shot, he stroked the Troll’s long, colo…

Not prayers nor writing lines nor even palms caned bloody would be enough to discipline Savvas, the worst student of our class, Ms. Antoniou said. So she made him stand in the corner of our classro…

No matter how much you beat it,the heart is a dog. It will lick any manwho looks on with adoration.I know because it’s inevitable.I too have beaten myself at the thresholdof desire and have tried d…

Comegys Elementary smells just like my grandma’s old classroom—disinfectant and potato chips—and probably like my father’s classroom in Florida, where I’m not very welcome, not with the stink of th…