Short Fiction

How to Break a Superhero's Spirit

Wen Wen Ya.

Melanie waved at the reporter when he stepped into the coffee shop. Sipping her jasmine tea, she took in his lean frame. He looked so much younger, unmasked.    "Thank you again for speaking ... [+]

Short Fiction
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Short Fiction

Pinhole

Ria Hi.

Hattie didn't mind the children. They were about the only people on earth she didn't mind. She heard the parents telling them to leave her alone, but her seemingly bottomless tin of cookies, which ... [+]

Short Fiction

Raindrops

Sylvia He.

A door slam later, Hannah stood in the rain, her back to Isabel's house.   The rain felt heavier than it was, large plump droplets bouncing off the ground. They cooled her hot cheeks and dappled ... [+]

Short Fiction

Route 13

Masti R Av.

On his first day at the Bengaluru Metropolitan Transport Corporation, twenty-five year old Masti Govind Swamy, named after the village of Masti, where his father, not he, was born, found to his ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Jobber

Arvee Fa.

Chuck always ends up waxing poetic around his trainees.   About how professional wrestling is a dance—a violent choreography of chokeholds and suplexes, timed to the tune of their bookers' ... [+]

Short Fiction

My Dead-End Job

Andrea Go.

My life changed the day Cleopatra corporealized in the outdoor food court during our lunch rush. Corporealized. Bet you're surprised I know such a big word, but I do love me a good ghost story. Love ... [+]

Short Fiction

Petrichor

Eszter Mo.

My shift is over. And not a minute too soon. I'm on the verge of tears. I'll have to be back in less than seven hours. My armpits are clammy, I'm feeling uncomfortable, and I just want to go home and ... [+]

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Stick Better

Taffeta Ch.

I watched as one wave of people flowed off the train and another wave flowed on—just like the waves at the beach pushing and pulling on my toes. I wagged my feet as I remembered the sensation. I ... [+]