Fiction

By Jonathan Papernick That summer, the boys of Owl Bunk called the new kid who never spoke “Polio Arms,” “Mr. Skin and Bones,” and sometimes, when

By Lauren Lytle Stepping over the barricade on the mountain trail, I start my nightly run. I already start sliding on the melted snow left

By Nathan Perrin Andrew watched the chemo mixture go slowly into his veins. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Stage four

By Austin Gilmore Stave I Most healthy kids my age don’t want anything to do with a Cancer Girl. They don’t want the constant reminder

By T.J. Seefeldt The man had a job to do. He just couldn’t remember exactly what it was. He looked up from the bed in

By CB Anderson Every day at lunchtime Sean paddles upriver, pulling against the current until his mind is sky and white-capped water. The precarity suits

By Ellis Shuman “Tough crowd tonight.” “You can’t win them all,” Mac said, slumping into a chair at the side of the club. “Some of

By Emily Weedon, She lived in Laaksolahti and hated it. She hated the suburban, fussy strangled feel to the place. Dirt roads, for Crissakes, and

By Christopher Allen Nonna changed after her kitten was eaten. We all did, more or less. But the little fur ball was her greatest friend.