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 Georgina Rodriguez | May 19, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2019
The Story of a Woman This is the story of a woman who wants to sleep but cannot because her mind won’t stop wandering, a woman who knew that publishing her first work would be difficult, but who wasn’t expecting three sleepless nights in a row, who puts herself in bed...
by Freddy Martinez | May 19, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2019
Lines in a Midori Notebook 12.08.16 He’s in a small town where she once lived, thinking of their old friend. He’s in the grips of something horrible, as if nauseated by how quickly he uprooted himself. He ran away because he was afraid, a coward in the way he suddenly...
by Publab Alumni | May 19, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2019
Still Champagne I It was the first day of 1975, and the woman had little comfort left in her heart. She had sworn off all hope of ever bearing a child; the last loss came and went without warning, without fight, without defense. She wandered around the house in her...
