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On Memories, the Olfactory, and Untimely Death

Minutes before death, a writer reflects upon his life in smells.

by Otto Eiben on April 2, 2023

Hey, Sweet Annie

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”

by Jane Castleman on September 26, 2021September 24, 2021

Vines, Pt. 2

The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.

by Mina Quesen on February 28, 2021February 28, 2021

Signs of Damage

“He looked nice, shy. She didn’t say hello, or smile, because despite her costume—a lace trimmed slip and her grandmother’s pearl choker—she didn’t care much that day.”

by Laila Hartman-Sigall on March 28, 2025

Run

Exercise—the thesis research of the future.

by Joy Chen on May 4, 2015

Babushka’s Angel

“The angel flew first on her golden wings to the yelka.”

by Sofiia Shapovalova on November 21, 2024November 22, 2024

175 Centimeters

“Click. Click. Click.”

by Max Greenwald on April 3, 2017April 8, 2017

To Build a Monster

TO BUILD A MONSTER Synthetic taste, algorithmic broth, and neural-net nuggets stitched together. No human input required—just sit back and let the bots cook up something… alive?   INGREDIENTS 4 Full skeletal remains 2 Embalmed corpses with all organs attached … Read More

by Elaine Gao on October 31, 2024October 31, 2024

Nothing On the Inside

“It all stopped, very suddenly, for Robert Bailey, just before his 31st birthday. One moment he was thinking, remembering things, talking silently and invisibly in his head—in other words, he was altogether active, interiorly speaking, and then it stopped.”

by Aidan Gray on December 3, 2017December 2, 2017

True Vision

“Their next destination, they believe, will uncover something staggering: a single place where the tides have converged the bulk of humanity’s discarded waste. They are determined to expose the truth.”

by Devonne Piccaver on October 4, 2025October 5, 2025

Prayer to the Stratosphere

“The chunks of Amie’s life were too insignificant to be measured in Christ or Common Era. Even her birthdays seemed an inaccurate measurement of the passage of time.”

by Sierra Stern on September 19, 2021September 18, 2021

An Interception

That long diagonal, from Point A to Point B, also happened to contain Point Me, somewhere in between.

by Giri Nathan on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013


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