FICTION

Sarah Williams

Sarah Williams

Dog-Eared Page, Parcel “Begin at the beginning, they always say, but who wants to do that? The beginning, the true beginning, is nothingness, is fallow days of buttering burnt toast and watching a fat housefly beat itself against a window.”

Just the Beginning, Parcel “Randomly reminiscing about Scott,” I text my sister, “he of the six foot, four inch swimmer’s body, and the endless supply of great weed, and the stories he told about couch surfing through Europe.”

Mementos, Parcel “The morning after, when he left, another one come and gone, she drove to the old lady store in Pasadena, as always, the one that sold loose linen shirts with abalone buttons and comfortable, low-heeled shoes.”

Mercedes Helnwein

Mercedes Helnwein

Back Then, NANO Fiction “On Sundays we ate at the taco truck in the Von’s parking lot, took the free tortilla chips and put them over our eyes like spa cucumbers. “I need my beauty rest,” we said.”

Hector Hernandez

Hector Hernandez

Stages, Gigantic Magazine “I look where Lee's looking and there in an alley is the white glow of a man's haunches and ass, but for a second I'm not able to find the meaning of haunches or ass because they're not supposed to be there.”

Next Year, Burrow Press "After she bought the house, there was a month of newness, of fresh invigorating possibility, the feeling of Yes, why had she ever doubted? It is possible to begin again.

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Nude Descending a Staircase, Coda Quarterly "It was easy: say that no one’s ever told you that you’re beautiful before, or that you’ve never thought of yourself that way, and they’ll believe it, no matter how obviously, epically, or historically beautiful you are, because what they believe in most, above all else, is their ability to discover you.”

The Next Best Thing, Coda Quarterly “The man looked up at me for a moment, then back down at my mother’s breast, which he was wiping down with a cotton pad soaked in alcohol.”