Fiction | Burrower’s Prayer by Brianna Cunliffe

There are cathedrals buried in the hillside. He swears it on his life, on the sea rushing in, on the stars and all their planets shining. Not so far beneath the swaying ferns and paper birches, behind a thin veil of rich soil, there is another world. But when he reaches out to touch it, it crumbles into untransfigured earth every time. Continue reading Fiction | Burrower’s Prayer by Brianna Cunliffe

Flash Fiction | In the Case of an Emergency, You Must Have by Katherine Yeh

Eyes. To see the roads that have yet to be taken, or the ones that should be left alone. To remember the space your body takes up walking those roads in cracked shoes, feeling the breeze on your little toe. To believe in the possibility of survivors in the general store with its blown-out glass front and tipped over shelves, searching for supplies in the dark. Continue reading Flash Fiction | In the Case of an Emergency, You Must Have by Katherine Yeh

Flash Fiction | Hunter from the Stars by Evan Rodenhausen

The hunter went away to a dark wood to get food for his family. The sky was hard and bright when he left, but soon it became dark. When he came to the woods, he was afraid. Bushes here did not grow berries. There were no apple trees. It was told that great wild pigs were known to roam the forest though, and that is why the hunter went, even when no one else did. People from the town and people from the mountain and people from the country said that it was not safe. Continue reading Flash Fiction | Hunter from the Stars by Evan Rodenhausen

Fiction | An Coinín Diabhal by Jade Braden

From up the stairs she could hear Mother and Father upset. Father was swearing revenge and Mother must have been begging him not to go, but as Caoilainn crept down the bare wooden stairway to intervene, the front door slammed. Mother sat at the kitchen table and brushed her tears away as Caoilainn came into the kitchen. Continue reading Fiction | An Coinín Diabhal by Jade Braden

Fiction | How Learning a Language Is Like Taking a Personality Test by Gintare Pavilaviciute

Numbers are also a language. Not so long ago you only spoke in numbers. More to those who understood, the others less so. And we were happy. 0/1. On/Off. Two words acquired already, at least. Therefore, you spoke. Numbers are also a language, true. For a tool. Continue reading Fiction | How Learning a Language Is Like Taking a Personality Test by Gintare Pavilaviciute