by Rachel Ann Girty | Feb 16, 2021 | Week Four
weekend warmth by Arya Muralidharan “You come in here, six a.m. on a Saturday, ask me to make French toast, and the only milk we have is skim. Which you bought yesterday. On purpose.” A too-loud scoff. “When did I ask you to make me French toast?” “That’s not...
by Rachel Ann Girty | Feb 9, 2021 | Week Three
All hail Countess Elle Thompson! “I hereby decree all subjects should pet at least one dog each day.” Currents by Elle Thompson What can be learned of love, From endless nights sleepless In surrender To prophets, Who only dream Of a way...
by Rachel Ann Girty | Feb 9, 2021 | Week Three
three minutes to midnight by SZ “…So this is it,” said Rory, brushing the back of his hand against Isaiah’s cheek. “Final two.” It was three minutes until midnight at the bustling airport, but in a dim corner of the VIP...
by Rachel Ann Girty | Feb 9, 2021 | Week Three
lather, drinks, and repeat by Arya Muralidharan It took Carter the equivalent of four months, he guesstimated, to realize that he was reliving the same day over and over again. In his defense, his life was monotonous even before the time loops: he’d wake up...
by Rachel Ann Girty | Feb 2, 2021 | Week One
hey homegirl, by Arya Muralidharan and SZ “But I haven’t seen you in forever! You have to come!” Sheila whined. Addie could almost hear her best friend twirling the telephone cord of her hotel room’s landline. But no, that wasn’t right. Addie hadn’t...
