Short Story

The Reality Drive

A short story.

A Brief History of AI Psychosis

A short story.

Black Planet

 “There is no plot; it’s just Black people living their lives with other Black people on their own planet.”

Post Scripts

My dead mother called me to say she knew she killed me a long time ago but look how well I’m doing now.

Lonesome Would Mean Nothing to Me at All

Teachers told him it was unlikely a child could slip or tumble from that great a height without pushing or prompting. Impossible, they meant to say.

The Bonfire of the Words

“If ideas are discarded when no longer modish, could we not do the same with unfashionable words?”

Chicano Frankenstein

How can you have thoughts without words? The man turned back to his coffee and drank. It was cold. Breakfast was done. Time to move on.

Keep Your Enemies Close

I resolved to stay close to my mother.

Nomenclator of the Revolution

She described their world at last in a language that they recognized as true.

Bartow Station

It’s a thing about being a man. To be so stingy, to deny even a sip of yourself. To deny and deny and deny until one day it all comes out as a violence, like water spewing forth from a hose. 

Rock Creek Parkway

When you weren’t sure if a guy was gay, you asked if he was Canadian. The straight ones always look puzzled, and told you they were American.

The Trick

A short story by Noel Quiñones.

Four Girls

What do the dead owe the living?

An Island Without Sea

A finalist for the 2022 Boston Review Aura Estrada Short Story Contest.

The Origin of Cow Therapy

“In the East, it is the cow that animalizes the man. Hence, the native occupies this intermediate space between man and beast, which we term ‘savage.’”

Kaitiakitanga

The world never really ended. An apocalypse wasn’t an end so much as a change of state, ice into water.

The Wind Has Swept Away What the Fire Has Spared

“I will be a tightrope walker,” she said, “and I will walk across the air to you.”

The Still, Small Voice That Thunders

“Most were drills. Pilots weren’t to know which were the real deal. They were not to think of the lethal effects of their duty.” A pilot is pulled aside by a desperate woman seeking help.

Post-Literature

This is my version of the story, but I will illuminate only a corner of it, one that ran parallel to and underneath it, revealing what was left in its wake.

Upper Avenue

“Abroadness became my obsession.” When a young Nigerian girl is invited to go live with her uncle in Canada, it sets in motion a peculiar friendship with someone she has long envied.

Undo

“You can’t go to Mass like that.” A woman’s mother wakes up dramatically transformed, leading to a reappraisal of their relationships.

Six Months of Salad

“She stuffed spinach in her mouth until her teeth were a hayish green.” A woman’s extreme diet earns praise from church friends but concern from her family.

Half-Moon Teeth

“When I flick the light on, my ceiling hangs open, a wide mouth.” After her bedroom springs a leak, an English professor tries to help a struggling student.

Baghdad Baby

“She would sit upright in her bed and recall the moment she saw Aisha’s face.” An Iraqi émigré explains to a New York doctor why she has enrolled in a study for a new antidepressant.

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