(CW: Physical violence, self-harm, fatphobia, homophobia)
My mother hates the way I look. I hate the way she looks at me. I hate the way I look too. I am not bad looking. Five-feet-eight, medium build, caramel skin. ...
My Mother is a Cannibal by Priyanuj Mazumdar
Fiction, LAR Online
At dinner time, Ankit leans over the table and spits on Raunak’s food. Ankit’s followers—“gang,” as he calls them—laugh.
“Ignore him,” Shashi, who sits next to Raunak, whispers.
At bedtime, the boys ...
Lesson by Mohit Manohar
Fiction, LAR Online
My mother was an amphetamine addict who left me in a gas station bathroom somewhere east of Maniac, Georgia, when I was four. The last thing I saw of her was her hand, held up, not waving but still. Soon after, I was ...
The Dead Cat by Whitney Collins
Fiction, LAR Online
Boss, we have a problem.
I hear Little Gu’s frantic whisper through my walkie talkie. Little Gu is only three years out of college and already my best worker.
I survey our tables as I walk towards him. ...
Freedom by Catherine Wang
Fiction
Her baby blew a spit bubble and reached for her with its squishy, underinflated arms, and they both giggled. She and her baby had been spending their days at the sticky, fluorescent food court in Glenwood Mall, which ...
NUMB-NUMB by Marc Tweed
Fiction
Hunter has been shutting himself in the home office lately, curling his body over the computer, losing himself in the steady rhythm of his work. His daughter, who seems equally set on self-isolating, won’t ...
Ducks & Epitaphs by Aimee Clemens
Fiction
Long before he travels through the black hole, ripping the fabric of his life, they are looking for the perfect house, the sort of place you could raise a family on modest salaries. First, they have to say goodbye to ...
Inside a Black Hole by Andrew Bertainia
Fiction
Samuel and David were born in the same year at opposite ends: New Year’s Day and New Year’s Eve. They only knew their birthdays because their mothers were able to labor in peace, and that’s something their mothers ...
Make by Misha S. McDaniel
Fiction
When I wake up, the world is upside down. The car is ragged plastic and skin-stained glass. Ryan’s body crumples against the passenger door, right arm bent around his back like he’s scratching a hard-to-reach itch. ...
it keeps going like that by Leah Francesca Christianson
Fiction
