TS Mag: Fiction

Rachel Levy, A Book So Red

“At a certain point, Mitzi had no idea. ‘I saw a gang,’ she said. // ‘Were they soldiers?’ // ‘They were flowers. It was summer. I love you.’ // I told Mitzi she was sick, like a person with lice or a demon. // ‘I love you,’ I said, but that was a lie, a demon or a word that conceals another.” Excerpts from Rachel Levy’s A Book So Red, winner of the 2014 Caketrain Competition and finalist for the TS Book Prize.

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Emily Martin, Routine & Leisure

“The dinosaurs were distracted. They stood in a row, watching something off screen. A comet perhaps, a single black mark against the sky.” Excerpts from Emily Martin’s hybrid manuscript, Routine & Leisure, a finalist for the 2015 TS Book Prize.

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Fiction by Elytron Frass

“Gematria”: The honeycomb; the scutes of a turtle’s carapace; the ideal crystalline structure of graphine and Hanksite; Benzene, the simplest aromatic compound; the James Webb Space Telescope—efficient polygons with six edges and six verticals. A regular hexagon has six rotational symmetries and six reflection symmetries; these make up the dihedral group D6….

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Fiction by Steven Seidenberg

The desire for change—the quest for originality—is empowered by stagnation, by the fear of being fixed within a posture of decline. That other straw men burn before the altar of the idem is not cause enough to join them, to wallow in the comfort of some transcendental plan. For me, there is no promise in the specter of the witness, in being forced to smut the lens that trains upon the page, so much as by a history surrendered to discernment, the bearing of some harborage between…

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Fiction by Ben Segal

So much is made of Simone Weil having starved herself to death. The Nazis, you know. I could starve myself to death for a thousand good reasons and none of them would be good reasons after all.

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Fiction by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi

I thought about all the baby had experienced, and concluded that her name should be Amulet baby, since she was strong and mysteriously unharmed by the elements of hunger and sickness. I sang her name a few times: “Amulet baby,” I said, and in my mind retired the name of limp baby, and she smiled at me so that I knew she liked her name.

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