Tagged: fiction

Mrs. Nezzbit’s Mailman

Fiction by W.M. Pienton Old Mrs. Nezzbit sat in her kitchen drinking tea. With nothing better to do, she was keeping an eye on her mailbox through the screen door. A childless widow, she...

Halfway House

fiction by John Smistad Josh fought the ruthless blizzard like grim death, battling to navigate his snowmobile through the dense backcountry of the Idaho panhandle wilderness. The clandestine escape from his frat’s weekend camping...

Wiggles's Christmas Wish

Wiggles’s Christmas Wish

fiction by Larrie Wanberg It was Christmas morning in a tiny coastal village in central California that had little claim to fame, except that a dog named Wiggles was voted “Mayor” by the residents,...

Death Claims His Prize

fiction by Glynis Scrivens There were four Deaths at the party. Well, what had Fiona expected? It was Halloween, after all. The one with the ginger hair was obviously David. Surely he could’ve worn...

An atypical betrayal

Book review John Sealy’s The Betrayal of Norway, published this spring, is surprisingly less about Quisling in WWII than the historically fictional account of Captain Wilhelm Schmidt of the German occupation force, who arrived...

The Bicycle Thief

fiction by James Blakey No milk in the fridge, nor much of anything else. Meant to hit the store yesterday, but stayed late grading papers. Afterwards, a bunch of us TAs gathered at Stuffy’s...

The Bird’s Word

fiction by M.E. Bakos At the funeral, I gazed at my poor deceased Astrid as she lay in her casket and remembered how she often spoke of her successful ex-husband. “Bjorn was a good...

A Gator We Should Turn to Be

Fiction by David Busboom Was it only today the Witch turned up in Jacksonville to weave a net she thought could hold us? Late that morning—this morning—we took Elaine—the name she gave—on the boat...

Fiction and empathy

Editor’s Notes A message from Editor-in-chief Emily C. Skaftun To me, summer is for fiction. It’s a habit deeply ingrained by summer reading lists and reading of my own that, without school, I finally...

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Mr. Nilsson’s Kjempehytte

fiction by Michael Dolan Before I saw the backhoe, I never would have imagined such a level of destruction. The 14,000-pound piece of machinery had been pulverized—as little as two feet tall in some...