Tadpole

by Jennifer Blood

Originally published on August 1, 2011

It wasn’t ‘til late that night after he got hit that I decided on bringing Sidney back to life. I’d been playing around with the idea my whole life – cutting worms into two pieces and watching them wriggle on both ends like a magic trick God come up with just for me.

Burglary

by Mary Jones

Originally published on July 1, 2011

She went back to the bedroom where the man was still in the bed. She told him she was ready to go now, and then she folded him up neatly and put him into the bag too.

Africa, By Now

by Jesse Czelusta

Originally published on July 1, 2011

Had she no memory of machetes and warlords, of petty thieves with missing arms, Rhoda would not have understood the meaning of the question, “Short sleeves or long sleeves?”

In-A-Tension

by Tim Kempf

Originally published on June 1, 2011

Owen turns off the TV and runs upstairs. I hear water running. I look at the ceiling. I look at my watch. I take a few more sips from my cup.

Kyla Kyla, Persephone

by Tristen Chang

Originally published on June 1, 2011

I thought maybe she was fooling, but then I tapped my finger on her collarbone and for some reason, right then, I knew something wasn’t right, so I ran and knocked on the nearest door but nobody answered.

The Queen Rides Again

by Amanda Viviani

Originally published on June 1, 2011

He was looking at us both with leery-beery eyes, and then suddenly he was slinging Daisy over his shoulder and running down the length of the porch with her screaming, bellowing like a calf.

The Crunch

by Virgie Townsend

Originally published on May 1, 2011

Locked in the reversal of time, Marcella cannot create anything new; she cannot scrawl into the desk fresh wounds that shout “make me old, make me old, make me old!”

The Good Night

by Tristen Chang

Originally published on May 1, 2011

I heard him walking into things. I heard something drop and shatter, I heard running water, and cupboards. I heard him open the door to the bathroom and I heard the hinges of my mom’s door, then something soft but heavy hit the floor.

Answers for Are Muffin Tops Collapsible?

by Emily J. Lawrence

Originally published on May 1, 2011

If you fall in love you’d have a relationship like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Arguing at first, then he would gradually become gentle and kiss you just like he were eating sugar cream pie.

Hands

by Kevin Spaide

Originally published on April 1, 2011

The bones in her hands healed. We went to the hospital and the doctor removed the splints. He examined her hands and did tests, took x-rays. It was miraculous, he said. Her hands were in perfect shape.