Category: Fiction

  • “The Academic Agenda,” a satirical story by Darryl Lorenzo Wellington

    “The Academic Agenda,” a satirical story by Darryl Lorenzo Wellington

    How much did you learn in school? There are hours when the subjectivity of days and nights overwhelms you. To the point that your mind runs smack dab against the Scylla and the Charybdis of the past. The past? And what the hell is it? And when the hell was it? You might sit up…

  • Haunted Passages Fiction by Alexa T. Dodd: “His or Yours”

    Haunted Passages Fiction by Alexa T. Dodd: “His or Yours”

    When you come home from work, the living room is littered with a grease-tattooed pizza box and dented cans of beer from your husband’s favorite local brewery. You find him in the bedroom, on his laptop, playing a game. Lasers and explosions emanate, muffled, from the tiny speakers. A hundred seams knit the center of…

  • “mother, child : art doesn’t help,” an excerpt from Lance Olsen’s novel My Red Heaven

    “mother, child : art doesn’t help,” an excerpt from Lance Olsen’s novel My Red Heaven

    Set on a single day in 1927, My Red Heaven imagines a host of characters—some historic, some invented—crossing paths on the streets of Berlin. The subjects include Robert Musil, Otto Dix, Werner Heisenberg, Anita Berber, Vladimir Nabokov, Käthe Kollwitz, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, and Rosa Luxemburg—as well as others history has forgotten: a sommelier, a murderer,…

  • “The Over/Under: A Triptych,” HAunted Passages fiction by Melissa Benton Barker

    “The Over/Under: A Triptych,” HAunted Passages fiction by Melissa Benton Barker

    1. The Solid and the Vapor I was sitting on the sofa in my yoga clothes when the phone rang. I had just finished watching a re-run of The Office with my husband and children. My children had gone upstairs to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. “Melissa, you need to come over…

  • An Excerpt from South Side Venus, Mary Ann Cain’s biography of activist, curator, and artist Margaret Burroughs

    An Excerpt from South Side Venus, Mary Ann Cain’s biography of activist, curator, and artist Margaret Burroughs

    The extraordinarily productive life of curator, artist, and activist Margaret Burroughs was largely rooted in her work to establish and sustain two significant institutions in Chicago: the South Side Community Art Center (SSCAC), founded in 1940, and the DuSable Museum of African American History, founded in her living room in 1961. As Mary Ann Cain’s South…

  • “The Burial Party”: Vol. 9 Original Fiction by Adrian Van Young

    “The Burial Party”: Vol. 9 Original Fiction by Adrian Van Young

    In her invalid’s bunk on the steamer Virginia, the Nurse cannot stop throwing up. When the boat is in motion, it does not afflict her. She could stand on the prow with her face in the wind. But when the steamboat lies at anchor in the hot airlessness of the day, churning faintly, the Nurse’s…

  • A Story from The Future: “Affliction” by Angela Woodward

    A Story from The Future: “Affliction” by Angela Woodward

    I have fled to a floating island of trash to tell you stories of the peaceful north woods. Here’s one—A man woke up early, disturbed by his uneasy conscience, and went down to the stream. It was still so dark, the path appeared as a blacker indentation in the ground, the leaves and sticks and mud…

  • Bad Survivalist: Five Plane Crashes by Chance Dibben

    Bad Survivalist: Five Plane Crashes by Chance Dibben

    The Disappeared The airliner is not at the bottom of the ocean. Nor is it blown to bits over a 1000-mile radius of uninhabited water. No one’s dead. Hostage situation perhaps, the airliner flown to a dark forest, stored for a ransom that never comes. Maybe the passengers are contented. Maybe they will reappear in…

  • Fiction from The Future: “Rabid Dogs” by Jason Arment

    Fiction from The Future: “Rabid Dogs” by Jason Arment

    Time before the alarms, when violence was only overseas, seemed disconnected from the now—silent countdown. Clark glanced at his watch. Only two minutes left. He wished things could go back to the way they were, when his only worries had been never amounting to anything and loneliness. But something had changed. Now every sixty minutes…