I: Halcyon
I grew up in Mountain Lake, Minnesota, just a smudge of a prairie town with very little to recommend it, but which—to its credit—has a name with a sensible origin story. One of the first settlers, seeing a ...
Two Stories by Janice Obuchowski
Fiction, LAR Online
We had not fought in a week, but this was no cause to celebrate, seeing as how the peace between us had taken on a blunt, wieldable shape, something that could be used as easily for evidence as for a weapon. We were out ...
The Vacationer by Tim Lane
Fiction, LAR Online
The illness had been buried in the genes—James’ mother had it and her mother too—so it was no surprise to Janie when James began to disappear into various rooms of their house and transform them into whatever ...
You Can’t Follow Him There by Lisa Bubert
Fiction, LAR Online
We had arrived with vague ideas of city life: a sea of unfamiliar faces, winding avenues, the public gardens. Now, we shuffle around the dorm with the other girls from the suburbs. We feel more comfortable in slippers ...
Freshgirls by Rosetta Young
Fiction, LAR Online
Winner of the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Short Fiction.
Final Judge: Doug Lawson
One morning I awoke as a woman. I knew I was a woman because I had seen women before. It was cold ...
Husbandry by LJ Pemberton
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
The day I found Lily, I woke early. I wandered through my apartment, counting the steps from one side of the living room to the other. It was clean except for the tumbleweeds of cat hair and dust underneath the couch, ...
What It Looks Like in the Light by Anna Megdell
Fiction, LAR Online
Winner of the 2018 Los Angeles Review Literary Awards, in the category of Flash Fiction.
Final Judge: Ron Koertge
There was a girl one year ahead of Brian who believed she was Eric Clapton's girlfriend. They ...
Eric Clapton’s Girlfriend by John Mattson
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
The bell tinkled, and maybe nobody heard it at first; but it tinkled again, and everyone did and pretended not to; and then it tinkled a third time and nobody could, with any credibility, pretend that the bell was not ...
The Bell by Paige Powell
Fiction, LAR Online
It was late, eleven o’clock, the end of a day in which Katrina had gotten nothing done, avoiding her studio in favor of the trifecta of time wasters, Facebook and Instagram and Twitter. Her husband, Gabriel, stood in ...
The Weather of Menopause by Louise Marburg
Fiction, LAR Online