Artificial Selection by RS Paulette

He crumpled like an empty soda can into the seat marked ‘exit,’ with the Pacific Ocean stretched out far below the window as a bruised, black desert. He had only half paid attention to the safety notices on the instruction …

Sinker by R.S. Paulette

I WAS FOURTEEN when my father first took me fishing. Part of a father-daughter, weekend-visitation thing that, to be quite honest, bothered me. See, my father was alien to me, with his barrel chest and his big game magazines spread …

Versions Of This Year by R.S. Paulette

SOMETIME IN DECEMBER, the heater broke. It wasn’t such a big deal — we had blankets and afghans — but still, it wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world. Harry said we should bundle up and wear jackets and …

These Are The Fables by RS Paulette

TO SAY THAT I wasn’t attracted to the girl—that I didn’t harbor any carnal feelings toward her—would be a lie. To tell this story right requires a certain amount of honesty that I feel the above confession satisfies. There are …