Traffic Island
by Matthew KirbyFiction
Jennifer Bryson Boyce went by the name of Niffer because there were too many Jens in Catoosa County. She didn’t know, exactly, how to boil potatoes. She dumped some potatoes into a pot and turned the knob to HIGH/LIGHT. Her kitchen got a little sun, which was good, but it buzzed.
718
by Roy NathansonFiction
Yeah, I got a beef. I got a big beef with the numbers. I remember when the prefixes came and attached themselves to phone numbers. All of ’em Yeah, they just came up there to the front of the line and stuck ’emselves in front of everyone.
Myriam's Revenge
by Constanza Jaramillo CathcartFiction
I lived with Cristina in Duke Dormitory, one of the best addresses of our college campus. The rooms were spacious.
La venganza de Myriam
by Constanza Jaramillo CathcartFiction
Vivía con Cristina en una de las mejores direcciones del campus: Duke Dormitory. Los cuartos eran espaciosos y uno se podía despertar cinco minutos antes de clase y llegar a tiempo, corriendo por entre magnolios.
