Short Story

Cora Lewis -

An old flame of mine is coming to town. “You still have a thing for him,” Saul says. “He’s dreamy,” I say. “It’s good when they’re also...

Roskva Koritzinsky, translated by Bradley Harmon -

On the outskirts of town stood an old monastery, dilapidating. The monastery had been built towards the end of the Middle Ages and was...

Sarah Anderson -

When Chloe called me in the car that Wednesday on the way to Costco, my boyfriend Damian and I were arguing about whether or...

Ariel Courage -

I'd been married six months when my husband died choking on an oyster. I was 23 and he was 27. I grew up by...

Nadia Terranova, translated by Ann Goldstein -

Our empirical experience of death is the disappearance from the physical plane of living beings. Such is the fact of our experience from without,...

Cerissa DiValentino -

The sisters were in the backyard. It was May, and the air was warm. A blanket was laid out in the grass, and all...

Lynne Tillman -

During college, I had to invent or reinvent myself every day, create a person who awoke, dragged herself out of bed, and went to...

Nell Zink -

Excerpted from the novel Sister Europe, out on March 25th, 2025 from Knopf. “It rained for forty days and forty nights,” Demian told his younger...

Iris Lee -

I was getting ready for bed when my roommate knocked vengefully on my door. My pants were legless on the floor. I had a...

Sophie Abromowitz -

Marky was an actor. He specialized in bluster, blowhards, sputtering puffed suits. He was great at saying “Now see here!” On stage, he’d angle his...