by Publab Alumni | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Interviews It was not without unpleasantness that I answered the first phone call from a tabloid. They wanted to know what I remembered about the incident. I said, “Things are still a little hazy.” I roughly remembered being at an airport with Noga, watching her curls...
by Brendan Riley | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Long Island Rescue My mother was sick, “sick unto death,” as Poe wrote. With my beleaguered father unable to work as an accountant and look after me and my six siblings, my mother asked her older sister Roxanne, a more patient and practical soul, to raise me until...
by Kristen Simental | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Unpatriotic Nina Salas was six years old when she was branded unpatriotic by school officials. The frazzled principal Mr. Kirk, her matronly first-grade teacher Mrs. Clayton, and the grouchy secretary at the front desk all agreed: Nina was unpatriotic. Every morning,...
by Carissa McQueen | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Searching for Solstice The buzz of the world enters her dream before she knows she’s waking up. A low flying police helicopter. The irregular cadence of a leaf-blower. Heavy tires too fast on the neighboring street. The Doppler shift of a passing siren. Up through her...
by Publab Alumni | May 20, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2020
Crash Clark heard the car six seconds before it popped into view. The noise was dull. Just a low thud like a garbage truck. But that was the way it was: duller on the inside, and always felt more than heard. The hood crumpled first. Then went the windows in a...
