Short Stories

Religion

My heart is pounding. My palms are sweating. I hope she doesn’t feel the wetness against her cool skin. My eyesight is compromised. I...

I sit on the bench with my head between my legs, staring at the steady streams of rainwater being herded down into the sewer. I think it...

The mud was thick and sucked at my skin like a thousand leeches, and I could barely breathe from the crushing weight of it on my chest....

It took him the better part of three hours to crawl, agonizingly slowly, out of his grave. When he finally did, he lay huffing and...

It starts with just a single moment, not unlike any other. It starts with his head deep underwater, thinking of the day he went to see...

They haven't looked at me for days. Just their hands, there was a time when my sister and I could play together when my dad cooked meat....

Childhood Excerpt – Age 45 “Móðir, why is my skin white?” He asked his mother one day. She didn’t look surprised. Instead she took him...

You are new with every breath. That’s what my mom says whenever I start to panic, to shut down, and curl into myself. It happens...

She walked down the street with her silver and white earphones in and her spotted skirts swirling around her thighs. Her hair was in a...