Category Archives: Fiction

Running Ad Astra

A short story
By Julie R. Sanchez

I can’t tell you that I’m sorry, just as I can’t tell you that I regret it. I’m not, and I don’t. I can tell you that it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, and that would be the truth. But I won’t say that, not now. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but it did. That’s the truth, and I don’t see the use in hiding from it anymore.
I don’t expect you to believe me. It doesn’t matter either way. I’m going back to the top of the hill, and I’ve got nothing left—nothing but time. It’s the one thing I don’t want, but I have an eternity of it. The least I can do is use a little of it to explain. To explain. To explain—to whom? I don’t know. You’re dead, and I’m raving mad. That much I know is true. But the worst part? It still doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything. Continue reading

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Aesop’s Lost Tale

On perseverance
By Kevin Wang

I’m ten minutes into my Econ 001 midterm when it comes to my attention that I have yet to answer a single question.

I pinch myself in an attempt to escape the testing room via the waking-up-from-a-dream method. After Plan A fails, I start chewing my gum more rigorously in an attempt to stimulate my brain. Continue reading

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The Earring

A short story
By Sara Schonfeld

“Oh. My. Gosh.”

Gina almost dropped her plate.

“What?”

“That’s him.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know,” Gina admitted coyly, twirling a strand of her hair. “But he looks familiar. And he’s cute.” Across the dining hall, a dark-haired boy was watching Gina as he filled his salad plate with Romaine lettuce. Continue reading

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Elusive

Elusive
By Jerry Liu

Officer Jack Lorn sat around a pile of evidence, ready for another long night of deduction and thinking. Lorn was a distinguished cop who was trying to catch a serial killer. The job was never an easy one, and the current case was the hardest yet. The killer had already struck eight times and was especially fond of teasing the authorities. Every time Jack got to the scene, he was seconds too late. The last time he even chased the killer into a cemetery before the killer disappeared into thin air. Lorn vowed never to let this killer strike again.
The victims were all killed with a single shot to the head. The killer knew how to get his job done quickly and furtively. He didn’t even leave the empty bullet shell behind. What investigators were left with was just a dead body and a bullet lodged in the brain that ballistics could not identify to a registered gun. Facing a seemingly perfect assassin, Lorn was stumped. All he could do was rely on advanced mathematical modeling provided by his associate Jordan. Continue reading

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Platinum Falcon

Platinum Falcon
By Matthew Chiarello

“So, she was driving then?”

“Nah, stepped right out in front of it, is what I heard.”

“Huh,” the orderly wiped his slack brown with a rag out of his back pocket before leaning forward to ring his mop.

“Just one foot on the pavement, one big step into the road.” The creases in the second orderly’s forehead stood out in relief in the low light, a pensive frieze below his hairline.

“Damn.” Continue reading

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Red Tide

Red Tide
By Michael Scognamiglio

Peter craned his neck to see if the sand serpents were coming. When the wind howls, the powdery soft sand of Coffins Beach snakes across the packed sand with a casual menace. A flame flaring across an oil-slicked rope. His older sister and her boyfriend were already running for the safety of the high dunes, bare feet high-stepping in anticipatory pain. Damn them, damn them, they had buried him to his neck and now they had left him.

He thrashed his feet and arms in the muck beneath the surface. Sweat hung on his lips as he punched his fists up. The sand hissed closer with a calculated urgency–he knew he had been recognized, again, as ten-year old Peter Giampi, son of Ralph Giampi, esteemed captain of the North Star. Catches more fish than Christ, they say. Continue reading

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The Fox and the Boy

A Fable
By Michael Field

Once upon a time there was a boy named Adam. Adam and his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, lived in a house on the edge of the woods. Adam loved to go exploring the woods.

The only other thing in the world Adam loved was getting presents, and he got a lot. Adam didn’t count the days until his birthday like other little boys, because his parents gave him gifts everyday. Adam wanted nothing because he was given everything. Continue reading

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