“Moving Parts” by Avra Margariti

One day, our house grew tall arachnid legs and ran away with us in it. We held onto the nearest furniture for balance and speculated about the house’s driving force, but deep down, all three of us were relieved. We wouldn’t have to make any hard choices then. We wouldn’t have to break all we had built together over the last three years. It didn’t take us long to get our sea legs. Our house took us wherever it wanted to, and we three went along for the ride. Each day a room crumbled away, and a new one appeared. … Continue reading “Moving Parts” by Avra Margariti

“The Elephants in the House” by Avra Margariti

The elephant in the room can’t breathe. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson sit around the dinner table with their two teenaged children. They talk, but only empty words drop from their mouths to rise above the clinking of cutlery. How was school? Fine. Pass the salt, please. Thank you. The next day, the elephant in the room has split down the middle, dividing like an amoeba into two identical pachyderms. One hangs from the light fixture while the other hides behind the cream curtains, pressed up against the dining-room bay windows. Every passer-by on Sycamore Street can see the elephant, but … Continue reading “The Elephants in the House” by Avra Margariti

“MeeToo” by Eliza Master

I hopped to the high meadow near the top of our volcano with my daughter, Bakka riding on my shoulders. This afternoon was The Telling, when an old tortoise would recant the story of our partnered species, the Lagomorphs and the Giant Tortoises. Though I had heard this story all my life, it still made my fur warm. Bakka nuzzled in to nurse, before wiggling down to the soft ground. The meadow was full and chatter filled the air. I held my long ears upright to listen for my mate Sirrus, who was pregnant. I saw there were some other … Continue reading “MeeToo” by Eliza Master

The Chemistry of Mayson W. Burnham and His Surrounding Universe by Cavin Bryce

    Ninety-nine percent of Mayson W. Burnham is composed of these following elements: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. Roughly zero point eighty five percent of the Mayson W. Burnham is composed of potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium. As with all matter, an incredibly minute amount of  Mayson W. Burnham is composed of absolutely nothing- we’ll estimate here that 0.0001% of Mayson doesn’t even exist on an atomic level, that 0.0001% of him is utterly void of measurable building block materials.  Mayson W. Burnham is probably a physicist. Or a carpenter. Or a delivery man. Unless he … Continue reading The Chemistry of Mayson W. Burnham and His Surrounding Universe by Cavin Bryce