Category Archives: Fiction

“Birther of Stars” by Leslie Vedder The ocean was full of stars. As far as Thea could see in any direction, the thick, ink-blue water around her glowed with hundreds of thousands of bioluminescent exocephalopods—ammonites as red as supernovae, pulsing … Continue reading →

“A Bot Named Dog” by Wendy Nikel It was lucky we were at home when Dog went on the fritz. Had we been off on one of our museum excursions or wandering around the farmers’ market, I’d have had to … Continue reading →

“The Happy Students of Jayden M. Martinez Middle School” by Jonathon Mast “You all know about depression, right? Self harm, feeling sad, all that? All right, let’s skip ahead then.” The presenter turned to fast-forward through a handful of slides. … Continue reading →

“Memory’s Rule” by Genevieve Sinha Clementine knew about war because Bonne Maman’s stories often began with it: Pendant la guerre. During the war. During the time of bombs, of nights in blackout, in hunger, in fear. The time of roughshod … Continue reading →

“The Way Things Work” by Tom Jolly The last guy we worked with said he could make daisies fall from the sky. It wasn’t an impressive power by any means. Maybe he could distract a bank robber for a few … Continue reading →

    “The Parts of Us that Remember” by Andrew Giffin It was two hours before the execution, and Frida gazed beyond the walls of the colony. The trees grew wild and thick, deep red bark and trunks that bent and … Continue reading →

“No Dark Is So Dark” by J. Swift Mem was explaining the mysteries of geometry to the little ones when her mother stepped out of the eastern horizon to hover above them. She hated when her mother appeared like this: … Continue reading →

“Looking for Home” by Siri Paulson The house is theirs now. Saeeda cannot let herself believe it—this neat two-storey Canadian house with its peaked roof and pale yellow brick walls and big, unbroken windows, like something out of a Hollywood … Continue reading →

  “The Memory Spider” by Fiona Moore Carrie didn’t notice the cat-sized spider at first, perhaps because she was too busy packing Nancy’s photographs, award certificates, prizes and miscellanea into storage boxes and loading them onto the back of the … Continue reading →