Category: Fiction

Tyler Omichinski

Weekend Warrior

fiction by Tyler Omichinski The rain sounded like the static that used to be on the television stations without a signal as it pounded upon the roofs that surrounded him. He shook his head...

Money Matters

Family Matters

fiction by Glynis Scrivens I didn’t really expect Anne to go through with it. It’s one thing to talk about killing your husband. Quite another to do it. There’s no doubt he had it...

Monet for Nothing by Lee Hammerschmidt

Monet for Nothing

fiction by Lee Hammerschmidt “Cripes, Rook,” Boggs said. “What the hell did you paint this with anyway? A six-inch house-painting brush and a roller? Jeez, you call yourself a forger and you bring me...

The Midnight Witch Goes West

The Midnight Witch Goes West

fiction by David Busboom I’m listening to the Beatles in Camden, New Jersey in 1969. I have a small record player. It’s The Beatles’ Second Album. I live alone, and tonight I’m slowly drinking...

Nattraven illustration

Nattraven

fiction by Alex Creece It was a crisp spring morning as Sylvei sat by the windowpane, chewing the inside of her lip and watching Niko and Runa skip hand-in-hand down the gravel driveway. She...

Be Not Afraid: Sira Church in Eresfjord, Norway

Be Not Afraid

Fiction by Arvind Dilawar I came to in a stupor, sprawled across the backseat of Nora’s Volvo as we descended into the valley. The seven-hour red-eye from New York followed by the two-hour wait...

Minnehaha Avenue illustration

Where is Minnehaha Avenue, anyway?

Fiction by Barbara Schlichting Inga tried to hurry her husband, which was no easy feat. They were expected to be on time. After all, Norwegians were never late. That’s the crux of the matter....

Child's Christmas

A Child’s Christmas Prize

Fiction By Larrie Wanberg At Christmas when I was four years old, my parents told me a story from Norway about a family of elves—we called them nisser—who would play tricks on people, sometimes...

Man walking up to man standing on porch.

Fingertips

fiction by Darin Z. Krogh Jack Alden was not the kind of guy who delivered meals to the homebound. He hated old people. His charity service was a cover. He volunteered because Dag Jensen’s...

Julius Holm’s "Tornado Over St. Paul" painting.

They Say We Do Not Have Them

fiction by Stephanie Wilbur Ash They say we do not have them in Norway, but them over the sea, and once I saw one skip across the lane like a silly little girl. The...