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Why I Write: Allie Blum

My Motivations for Writing: A Letter to My Writing Workshop On Monday night I had trouble falling asleep. I attribute that to a combination...

“What I’m Made of”

Paper cuts so thin and numerous they’ve changed my fingerprints. Jell-O thick enough that if you were to shoot arrows at my chest you...

“Gravitate”

I. They stand side by side facing a row of dining room cabinets. Audrey examines each one carefully, looking for details that distinguish...

“BFFs”

We slept in the same bed just that once, memorably, as it was so unexpected: I knew Gus loved my best friend more. On the road trip up I...

“This Girl and Her Opossum”

The first time I saw her she was a mewling newborn lying in the ditch by the junction of Twist and 149. Bill Connor was the first on the...

“I’m Blue”

Caracas, Venezuela They fly around the city making their cawing sounds, behaving like nothing is crumbling. The city is crumbling. I have...

“A Proper Fight”

Meena remembered once seeing a girl in a movie suck on a guy’s bloody knuckles after a fight. The girl had brushed her lips against the...

“We Need Stories”

I enjoy the tales we need to tell, the restless narratives that keep people from drinking bleach or jumping off bridges, the...

“Carve This Flesh From Off My Bones”

The woman stands at the edge of the firelight. We think of her as “the woman” now, since she is the only one left. The rest have died...

“On Writing”

Writing, for me, is unlike any other form of art in that its mode — words — are able to uniquely capture the complex human spirit...

“Poison Snail Fight”

When I was a kid of seven, we lived in a place infested with soft shell snails. It was common knowledge those little monsters were...

“She Waits”

The setting sun casts long shadows across the woods, turning the trees, the road in front of them, black. At the hill’s crest her father...

“Death of the Short Story”

The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the current state of American literature, short fiction in...

“Short Sheeting”

I was standing in the returns line at Macy’s when a little girl, probably no older than four, pointed at me and said to her caretaker,...

Why I Write : Alexander Nachaj

In “The Cat Who Walks through Walls,” Robert A. Heinlein’s 1985 sci-fi classic (or yarn, depending on how you feel about...

“His Mother Said No Five Years Straight”

His mother said No five years straight. No to pee-wee, No to youth club, No to 6th grade, No to 7th grade, and No to 8th grade. He played...

Why I Write: Charmaine Wilkerson

Storytelling has always been part of my life. I grew up surrounded by books and I love to see stories given new life on the stage or in...

“Ships In The Night”

I Lalita breathed in the cold air as it swirled around her and licked her cheeks raw with a stinging finality. As it entered her chest and...

“How to Heal a Family in Three Easy Steps”

Step One Gather in the room no one goes into anymore. Yes, that one. The one you try not to look at when you walk down the hallway. The one...

“Fork Play”

There is a fork here. I consider lifting it and placing it against my husband’s right temple then applying pressure. Gentle at first then...

“How to Craft Compelling Characters”

The source and exact nature of the curious phenomena we refer to as characters remains something of a mystery, but the craft of...

“The Remarkable Reinvention of Very Short Fiction”

Is very short fiction a renaissance or a reinvention? Are these stories defined by length, and what does a story require? In this essay...