A Pyrex dish of stew sitting in a dim apartment hallway, with a thin trail of ants approaching it.

These Days, Who Knows?

[First place winner of the Synapse Storytelling Contest Fiction category.] Phoebe, panting hard, let the door slam behind her and set down a gallon of milk, a cabbage, and a sweating frozen chicken. She had lost her waitressing job the first day of lockdown and had replaced the restaurant food she...
September 15, 2026
Woman at podium looking nervous.

Awards Night

October 29, 2024
[Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling fiction category.] The auditorium was completely full. The breath of thousands rose and...
Post apocalyptic San Francisco.

Trauma Junkie

September 17, 2024
[ First place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest for Fiction.] It’s Christmastime, and over the hills, in the faraway...