Fiction

WASTE NOT WANT NOT by Steve Anwyll

A gust of wind blows me forward. The storm follows me in through the door. The snow swirls at my feet. I laugh like a madman as I slip on the slick tiles.

Creative Nonfiction

COUNTDOWN TO MOONLIT ROSES by Ange Yeung

I am lost in a sky of turbulence and haze—and to be lost is to never be home. Today is the first day of the year; it is also the first year you are not around.