First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Flash Fiction.
Final Judge: Ron Koertge
Letters From the Desk of President Jefferson
June 19th, 1804
Mister Barlow,
I hope ...
To My Dear Friend, Joel Barlow by Chavonn Shen
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
First runner-up in the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Short Fiction.
Final Judge: Doug Lawson
The baby octopus in my shirt drawer misses the ocean, but she doesn’t know how to tell ...
The Baby Octopus by Rainie Oet
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
Selma June had come to town. In Lindburg, Kansas, that was as good as it was ever going to get. They held the lecture in the public library, where I had been shelving and reshelving books for sixteen years. And there, ...
We are not lemons by Chelsey Grasso
Fiction, LAR Online
First runner-up in the 2019 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Short Fiction.
Final Judge: tammy lynne stoner
James labors on top of her. Teeth gritted, brow furrowed: this sort of grim ...
The Killing Jar by Jennifer Hritz
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
First runner-up in the 2019 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Flash Fiction.
Final Judge: Brittany Ackerman
Mother Chen’s fingers ache, cracked from washing feet and floors all day, but still ...
Cheap Mother by Jeremy Tsai
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
If she could not find plastic bags to tie around her wrists and wrap over her palms, she would have to sleep with her hands dangling off the bed, avoiding the duvet cover at all costs, and that would mean a night of ...
Ayna by Seema Yasmin
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
Winner of the 2019 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of flash fiction.
Final Judge: Brittany McLaughlin
Netta says Alessandra killed herself. We’re in bed, Lily asleep with her nose buried in my ...
Mexican Shoots Himself in the Chest by Stanley Delgado
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
The strangled barks from the dog next door leak like a wet rag into the night air, ending on a downward moan. There’s no fence you can build to stop that from coming through. If there were, Barry would have built it. ...
The Scrap Eaters by Rose Hunter
Fiction, LAR Online
I’m outside on the patio smoking when Carlos finds me.
“You’re not supposed to be smoking,” he says, but he doesn’t really care.
“I’m vaping,” I say, indicating the little stick I’m holding. ...
Thin Days by Lauren Johnson
Fiction, LAR Online
