by Art Lawrence It’s been a month since I’ve seen the skeletons, but the sound of their dead hands sifting through me still rings in my...

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by Julia Wheelehan The cave is much colder than it ought to be. And there shouldn’t be so much water in it either — but that just makes...

by Logan Cole The crisp snapping of bone against the metal grill of the Ford Aerostar hung in the air like the heat mirages that danced...

by Joel Lee | FICTION CATEGORY WINNER This is the way things are: You hang around next to the dumpster behind Waffle House for a...