by Renuka Raghavan

“On Thursdays, Chandra rents herself out as a shadow…She learns their outlines quickly. A man with a chipped tooth wants his shadow longer than his body. A woman who smells of bleach wants no arms. They pay in coins warmed by pockets.”

by Frances Gapper

“watching baby starling that great fluffy lump of entitlement plumped on the feeder’s crossbar waiting to have seedy mush inserted in its beak shoved down its throat hurry up mummy-daddy…”

by Tanuja Viswanath

“By the time our oldest siblings were married off, Amma’s hold on us had loosened…We scrounged, learned to boil rice and peel onions without crying, but the days of fresh murukku were gone.”

by Tracie Adams

“When I spotted the paper dolls among a display of children’s picture books, I felt my body shrink into itself. Suddenly, I was eight again, pulled to the carpeted floor in a crossed-leg position by images of girls in white underwear.”

by Elridge Thomas III

“I have wondered since whether he wept from hunger, pleasure, or the chore of living.”

by Oliver Land

“The dog ran into traffic and was hit by a car. The man rushed into the road, and held it in his arms, screaming. There was a lot of blood on the road.”

by Christie Chapman

“We started calling him “Mr. Hollywood.” The brothers he beat up as kids now joked that they wanted to be part of his entourage.”

by AP Ritchey

“The elevator took the long way down—it always did—and in that rattling, humming descent I caught myself thinking about Henry…”

by Andrea Damic

“You call us Locust. We are many. We eat the remains of what we find, scavenging trash cans, to feed our young. Some of us survive on blood, while others feast on their prey, unable to suppress their predatory nature.”

by Foxx Hart

“Contrary to what most people believe, Death cares. It has to. If it didn’t care, it would just be…cruel.”

by Brendan Todt

“Sarah still writes poems on the Sabbath, but she does not allow herself to write poems about snow, autumn, hair, poems, tulips, leaves, city pools, private pools, freshly dug graves, or giraffes (don’t ask).”

by Camryn Brennan

“Our biggest enemy is Hazel Hairbrush. She always kicks us off Maryn’s head.”

by Jessica Edmond

“In the morning, I packed while he slept. On the kitchen table, I left a note. I didn’t write what I was feeling. I didn’t explain. I didn’t justify…I just wrote my name.”

by Té V. Smith

“She told stories, and he listened with cautious attention. While she was speaking, a tune passed through him. Not a song exactly—a rise and fall, a shaping of breath.”

by Seth Parker

“You found the bird under the bedroom window and said it had to be buried…“Now?” I asked….“Yes, now.”

by Sacha Bissonnette

“I thought about her now, her unwillingness to settle, and her secrets. And though I swore to not be like her, maybe that too, is futile. And how we never figured it out. My mother’s truth.”

by Kalan Cordell

“My heart knocks against his; a vacant space not seeking any settlers.”

by Kathryne McCann

“Water rolls down your body, tracing your ribs, finding your hip bone and falling below just as his fingers did not even an hour ago.”

by Caroline Huckeba

“Cards flicker through the air, a fast red-and-black rain. One lands near my shoe, face-up: the Queen of Hearts.”

by Camryn Brennan

“I see them everywhere. All around me. On my pillow. Under the seat of my car. On the kitchen counter. It's like I'm meant to see them. It feels like someone is leaving them for me.”