Fiction

The escapist’s corner

Bhagwan Ji

All of them sat in a corner of Sashi Master’s living room as it rained heavily outside. In his modest house, the living room was

Moros and Cassandra

Moros’ corporeal form is an awkward tangle of too-long limbs and too-narrow hips, neither of which ease his drive through the congested streets of lower

The Beckoning Reeds

On a dismal autumn afternoon, Eleanor Lytton made her way along a narrow boardwalk through the reeds and cattails of a desolate marsh. Leaves had

The Trump Bobblehead

Finding a place to live in Philly on a part-time income took much work. And at one point, I told my best friend, Bryan, that

The clock’s ticking, Karl

‘Twas one of those days one starts by referring to the old self with numbers and using the word ‘twas. Well, I wasn’t sure if

Expecting

How long did it take to know a person? Two years? Six? She’d been married to John five years, but sometimes she felt she didn’t

Jacks

In bed, a few weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend is scrolling through his phone after sex, looking for something to put in his cart. “Have

Seasons

“The changing of personalities, the unconscious smiles, the problematic views.”

Control

“His ship has gone down on this occasion, as it has many times before, but he knows he will sail again and the same sea will be waiting to engulf him tomorrow.”

Dear Friend

This entry won 5th place in the Dispatch 2020 creative writing competition