by Christine Arroyo If you’d been dating this guy for six months, falling in love over shared environmental projects—his the ocean, yours...

by Sam Moe What happens last is I leave. I know, I know I always leave. What no one ever asks is whether or not I was given a choice....

by Jake Dean The wave lands a meter in front of her and she’s thankful the lip doesn’t detonate on her back or on her surfboard, which...

By Monica Igoe I went walking last night. Out past the yachts with silly names like Molly and Suaimhneas, and the one-man dinghies,...

‘Ava and Cousins By Mirm Hurula The wind is cold on my back. Even on the least heavy days, the air was never this cold. My body shudders...

By Mackenzie Kiera I’m awake when doctors cut out my heart. My heart had been growing steadily for nine (ten, really it’s ten) months,...

by Kim Steutermann Rogers I know right away I’m going to feed the bird we’re not supposed to feed. Shawn and I are field biologists...

by Toni Kochensparger They stopped at Kat’s on the way home. It was where they’d stopped on their way home from the funeral, too. It was...

by Corinne Harrison Minji was parting long strands of seaweed, peering through the maze of underwater vegetation when she saw it. A...

by Thomas C. Mavroudis 1980-1986 Catherine is a poor thing. She hears people say so. They say her teeth look like two fists balled up...

by J. T. Townley I’ve been on lots of yoga retreats, though usually just down to Big Sur. I went to Kauai once, but that had more to do...

by R. Grimm She could hear her house keys jangle but still couldn’t find them in her purse, which at this witching hour, after that sixth...

By Megan Jauregui Eccles Alexandra did not mean to fall through the rabbit hole or win the prince’s hand or impale the queen on her dance...

by Alexis Levitin James had been gazing, with his usual sense of wonder and exhilaration, at the endless unfurling of the surf, when he...

David M. Olsen interviews Pakistan author Awais Khan about his bestselling and critically acclaimed book No Honor, his writing process,...

by JMH Flood Tide Rising It wasn’t unusual for the tide to come in and leave pools of water all over the yard. In fact, that happened...

by Rodney E. Schmidt It was midnight. Gloria stood on the balcony ledge, yelling at the culprit who hid in the darkness. She begged him...

By Elinora Westfall Ollie talks. Not that Bridget listens. She’s too absorbed in the mundane task of fastening her bra, a simple action...

By Isabel Yacura They found the body in the creek when the tide went out. They called it a creek on the island, anyway—it was more like a...

By Andréa Ferrell Gannon Claire didn’t want Milo tagging along; he was too old, too quiet, his face too sun damaged, his lips too fleshy....