At ten years old, I liked to jump out of my bedroom window at night and lie on my back behind the house. Here I could think about ...
On July 26, 2018 / By A.S. LaksanaAnne 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 ...
On May 7, 2018 / By Anne BernaysI 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 ...
On March 9, 2018 / By Mitchell Krockmalnik GraboisOn his first visit from the town to the village, Matt’s heart sank. The room he was supposed to teach in had no windows and barely even a ...
On December 11, 2017 / By Margaret Kahn1 When she turned the corner of the store, holding two gallons of paint in one hand and box of rainbow chalk in the other, I realized I’d ...
On October 27, 2017 / By Shane DelaneyThe year my father moved to Oregon, I asked Santa to bring me a puppy. When he didn’t deliver, I began my lobbying campaign. I had the perfect ...
On June 9, 2017 / By Michelle McGurkThe lake was alive with lights: the lanterns on the boats golden and round like hundreds of miniature suns, and the moon so heavy on the horizon it ...
On December 31, 2016 / By Martin ChanAn out-take from the acclaimed novel Heat and Light. Jennifer Haigh: In drafting a novel, I give myself permission to follow every thread of story that fascinates me. ...
On August 28, 2016 / By Jennifer Haigh-an excerpt- Day Zero In the Chopper As Reed Haflinger shivered near the door in the Beverley airport lobby, he promised himself he would never let Dan talk him ...
On July 8, 2016 / By Ray BartlettIf, on a first and final return to your parents’ island as a unit, your family must choose between routes to Jamaica’s northern coast from Kingston, know this: ...
On April 10, 2016 / By Jonathan EscofferyFrom 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 ...
On March 5, 2016 / By J. Arthur Scott1. I was born in the Bronx, our building destined to become a burned-out tenement populated by rats, crack heads, meth heads, severed heads. We fled to the ...
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