Honorable Mention Short Fiction
by Stella Gilgur-Cook ’98
David walks down Ocean Parkway: benches full of old geezers like himself on one side, highway traffic on the other. The neighborhood children are running amuck, making their grandmothers shake their fists and predict inevitable deaths by truck flattening. In the past, he would have stopped by the throng of men surrounding the concrete chess...
by Steve Hill ’03
As the garage door gate to the carwash rose up, the image that entered John’s head was one of graphic sexual content. It surprised him. So much so that he felt the heat of blushing come across his face. It was made even hotter by his summer beard.
Alison sat in the passenger seat, wringing the excess fabric of her skirt in anxiety. She...
by Denise Reid, M.A. ’10
“I want to be an author.”
My father was livid.
“An author? Authors don’t make money! The boy in your class who has been making his own little books can go be an author. You should say you want to be a lawyer.” Two years later I wanted to be a journalist, unearthing a similar response.