Excerpts

From Issue 23: "North" by Kelli Short Borges (Fiction)

From Issue 23: "North" by Kelli Short Borges (Fiction)

They are lost. Bea has suspected it for hours. Her heavy boots crunch through the thin layer of ice that has settled over the once powdery snow. Overnight, an unexpected freeze has coated the vast wilderness south of Missoula, its beauty in juxtaposition to the uneasy twist Bea now feels in her gut...
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From Issue 22: "Spoons" by Karen Kao (Fiction)

From Issue 22: "Spoons" by Karen Kao (Fiction)

Yeonsoo is not the type to hurry. She’s precise and methodical, the qualities the bank demands from their executive assistants, no matter how many sirens might go off. She applies her lipstick, carefully re-arranges her bangs to achieve the correct not-too-tousled look and checks her handbag. 
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From Issue 22: "Rerock" by David Simmons (Fiction)

From Issue 22: "Rerock" by David Simmons (Fiction)

His earliest memory was of caramel, not of actual caramel, but of an imagined caramel that materialized out of thin air and hovered above his father’s head. The kitchen of their Lexington Terrace tenth floor apartment smelled like rat shit and water damage. A wood-tip Black and Mild smoldered in a coffee mug. The boy flicked the light switch and watched the roaches scatter, some of them big enough for him to hear the sound of their thorax rubbing against the linoleum countertops.
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From Issue 21: "The Bad Guy" by Katie Edkins Milligan (Fiction)

From Issue 21: "The Bad Guy" by Katie Edkins Milligan (Fiction)

It otherwise seems like a regular day at the salon. Reese has just arrived for her appointment. She and Lacey usually hug before Reese settles herself into the chair at Lacey’s station—Reese usually crosses her legs and says, You’re not going to believe it, and Lacey says, Don’t tell me, and Reese launches into updates about her latest, crazy romantic disappointments while Lacey applies the sour dye. But they don’t hug this time. They’ve been recently, and unfortunately, mixed up in each other’s real-world circles, and Reese is quiet as she takes her seat. They look at each other in the mirror, seeing the same thing from two faraway places.
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From Issue 21: "The Lost Mermaid" by Zoe Marzo (Fiction)

From Issue 21: "The Lost Mermaid" by Zoe Marzo (Fiction)

That’s when we noticed the mermaid taped to the truck...
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From Issue 21: "The Hyoid" by Nat Wisehart (Fiction)

From Issue 21: "The Hyoid" by Nat Wisehart (Fiction)

How heavy is a pair of lungs, Billie would like to know...
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From Issue 21: "If sea bass ate humans" by Lucy Zhang (Fiction)

From Issue 21: "If sea bass ate humans" by Lucy Zhang (Fiction)

One fish was slumped at the bottom of the tank, its gill flaps opening and closing, filaments diffusing what little oxygen remained in the sealed enclosure. You have to watch out for those, the desperate ones, Max said...
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From Issue 20: "Shark Prince" by Eric Van Hoose (Fiction)

From Issue 20: "Shark Prince" by Eric Van Hoose (Fiction)

Nine days after Chad goes missing, stuffed animals begin to arrive. Now, there are too many. 
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From Issue 20: "The One About the (Dead) Baby" by Natalie Axton (Fiction)

From Issue 20: "The One About the (Dead) Baby" by Natalie Axton (Fiction)

The writer knew the baby had to die. That was the only way the story worked. 

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From Issue 20: "The prayer Sally Hemings’s mother teaches about boys named Thomas" by Nia Dickens (Fiction)

From Issue 20: "The prayer Sally Hemings’s mother teaches about boys named Thomas" by Nia Dickens (Fiction)

Always walk two steps behind them. Especially when the roads are crowded with faces. Particularly when they are not. Even in Paris you are not their equal. You are still a slave girl. No place in the world exists where your body is free...
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From Issue 20: "What We Yield" by Tom Gammarino (Fiction)

From Issue 20: "What We Yield" by Tom Gammarino (Fiction)

When the king tides flooded Waikiki and box jellyfish floated along Kalakaua Avenue, I failed to understand that it had anything to do with me. But two years later, when the number of applicants to the private high school where I was principal had declined by nearly fifty percent, I began to feel the stings...

 

 



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From Issue 19: "Your Subscription Is Expiring" by Jinwoo Chong (Fiction)

From Issue 19: "Your Subscription Is Expiring" by Jinwoo Chong (Fiction)

On the day that The Title shutters, I observe: number one, that magazines tend to die very much like the sickly plants of negligent people, leaves yellowing in full view until they are thrown into the garbage, upon which it is clear that their abject failure to be has been assured for years; and number two, that my father, whom I had disappointed by choosing a career in print media, had been right all along, a fact he might relish if still alive...
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