“Dispossession is not the word you were thinking about. There is a moment before/ the moment before the moment. That’s the moment your body morphs into another. You think, There’s no place like it.”
I approached the truck like I had never seen one before. I didn’t drive but I had seen a lot of people turn a key to make a car start. I wished I could do that to the truck. It would take a long time to get warm and melt the ice that made it stuck where it was.
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Raw talent is not necessarily a predictor of success. However, engaging regularly in your practice, listening openly to critiques of your work, and not allowing rejection to deter you will all help you succeed.
The only cure was lying on her back and looking up at the sky—losing herself in the drift of clouds during the day and the rise of stars at night. Sometimes she wondered if anyone could see her, if anyone was watching.
“Opening the Door” is the third installment of Mary Grimm’s novelette, Nothing Bad. Click here to read Part 1, “The Fire.” Click here to read Part 2,”Everyone Has a Gift” Classes were over now, except for those who had detention, and they were all shut away in the big study hall, or if they […]
The thing about being the murdered nanny is you set the plot in motion. You had your own room there, and a bed with a pink cover, little purple flowers speckling it. You had a glitter-cover journal that you kept tucked under your pillow. They’ll find it when you’re gone — they’ll say gone, tell […]
“There’s a… freedom allowed you in poetry. And I trust that, even if I can’t explain it. It bleeds into my fiction, in many ways.”
“I find a lot of comfort in nihilism.” Eric Boyd on David Bowie, black and white films, and the end of the world.
This story was a finalist for the 2021 MAYDAY Fiction Prize The first letter came on a Monday morning; Patty knew it was Monday because her head hurt from Sunday drink specials. When she opened her eyes, the room spun like it did every morning. “Holy shit!” came her brother’s voice from the kitchen. […]