short fiction

Paper House

Stefan Kiesbye

She remembered running up to her room, her mother’s voice a whip.

novel excerpt

Witness

Anniqua Rana

We, the flies, were witness three times.

short fiction

A Stalked Animal

Catherine Day

I turned 108 years old yesterday, and as much as I would have liked to spend the day in quiet contemplation of the big questions of the universe, they insisted on throwing another party for me.