To receive the newsletter, SIGN UP
For premium content and the print edition, SUBSCRIBE
Advertisement
The first time Cassandra passed through the wall, she hadn’t meant to.  She had been standing at the edge of a retirement party at the hospital feeling as uncomfortable as usual, had leaned her back against the wall, and...

Simple Math

The bruised red pickup from the last three weeks meanders up alongside the pumps where I’m stacking oil cans and dodging the night’s slow-moving moths. There’s a chill in the air and soon I’m going to look for my...
Leaf in Pool by Kim Manley Ort

By the Pool

Autumn was near over - not that it mattered. In the dull heat Lady let her feet swirl in the pool, sucking her red popsicle, waiting for something to happen. Her popped-out belly button slowly browned in the sunlight. The...
The pervert came to Independence on Labor Day, the day before school started. Independence is our street, where we all live.

Flower Eyes

The goat was the tricky bit. The bath had been easy. Her maid hadn’t even thought the request strange. “The mistress were only brush and petals last May Day,” the maid had said to the cook. “What’s a bath by the...
Where I worked was a B & B, trying to be European, but hopelessly American, surrounded by rangy sunflowers which looked like weeds that were pretty. Behind them was the small two-story lonely-white B & B, with its old...
My thin, barren aunt had twins. God was working through her; God, with his sick sense of humor. They came out of her like fiends in a horror film
From his spot at the center of the circle, Bryce unfolded a sheet of paper. Henry couldn't make out the creased image. He got up on tiptoes as the first giggles broke out

The Joy of Agony

I am paid every month to be a 72-year-old woman. Though the payment is only on paper, so is her mode of expression. She is, in British parlance, an “agony aunt.” Dear Granny Gaijin, My name is Nathan and I am...
The night of the first expulsion, I asked the robot in my closet what to do. Usually when I asked him a question about the meaning of life, the universe and everything, he’d respond with something funny like “reply...
I once had a friend who was a microwave oven. She heated up quickly, but had a cold heart. I went to high school with her.  We kept in touch over the years. She married a man because she believed...
Anne Bernays has been a mainstay of Pangyrus since our launch--and a mainstay of fiction and non-fiction writing for decades. Co-author of What If?, one of the most enduring texts in creative writing,  she's helped countless writers succeed. In her "Dear...
Advertisement