| by the Editors |
Welcome to Issue 10! We’re a little later than usual getting this issue out, much to our chagrin. We’ve had a ton of new submissions these last two months — deciding among them has never been more difficult! We’d like to thank our readers and contributors for making AFIA what it is, and we hope to see many more great stories in the weeks and months to come!
Happy reading!
| by Stace Dumoski |
Domar the Potter squatted on the floor of the mission house, his hands clenched together in an empty prayer, and asked to hear once more the tale of how his bride had been stolen by a god. It wasn’t that he needed to hear the tale again–the details were already ingrained within his mind. WhatRead more…
| by Teegan Dykeman |
My father loved pears. He craved them the way that anemics ache for ice to chew, the way that Rapunzel’s mother risked her own husband’s doom in order to have a plate of sweet, crispy lettuce. We always kept a wooden bowl in the kitchen filled with the fruit. When I turned seven, my motherRead more…
| by Jacob Richardson |
The key I was born with is fairly plain. My older brother, his is so much nicer. His key is perfectly smooth and shiny, like the fender of a ’57 Ford Thunderbird cruising down the California coast on a sun-drenched summer day. The notches look like alligator teeth the way a kid would draw them.Read more…
| by Andrew S Fuller |
You’ve been searching for twenty-eight minutes for the heirloom fob watch, moving from the kitchen to the den to the basement, lifting piles of papers, opening drawers, digging through pockets, upsetting couch cushions, practically running now, scolding yourself because the event begins in thirty-two minutes and traffic will be simply awful. You’re beyond stopping andRead more…
| by Leah Kohn |
Officially they were called foundlings. We called them freaks. They went to the same school as us, but we hardly ever saw them. They had their own classroom, on the other side of the building, which none of us had ever entered. They did not eat lunch in the cafeteria with the rest of us.Read more…
| by Francesca Forrest |
Samuel Conway was a clever man, and after being shown one of M. Daguerre’s silver plates, a portrait of the Irish opera singer Catherine Hayes, it occurred to him that if an image could be made to stick fast to a plate, perhaps a sound could be made to as well. And the adhesive medium?Read more…
