Fiction

I Know You Are You, and Real

Now, what wouldn’t I give to swim in my sister’s dirt?

All Saints’ Mountain

By Olga Tokarczuk

I asked about the children we were to study: who were they, why were they to undergo the test, what was the purpose of our program? Though I also knew it wasn’t any of my business.

By Michael LaPointe

I can’t imagine where I’d be if they knew my version of what happened.

The Origin of Species

By Johanna Skibsrud

At first, it was just this hazy glow on the horizon, but then it got brighter and took on more of a definite shape. It was almost as if—it’s weird to say it, even now—it was looking for us.

In the Woods with a Dead Dog

By Michel Faber

It couldn’t happen without effort. Nothing happened without effort, except catastrophe.

You know what you want.

The View from the Top of the Stair

When her father died, her second thought was that now, she could build her stairs.

The Enormous Night

By Zan Romanoff

This is the first time in all eighteen years of her life that Grace has ever snuck out of her mother’s house.

By Zoe Whittall

Now that strangers have seen me naked, I can move on to worrying about getting into college or my inevitable death.

Even in the wildest bush, beasts sometimes huddle for warmth.