by Cody Cline I saw Jimmy coming from two blocks out, spotting the loose, rolling sway of his shoulders before I could make out his face. It was the strut of a man holding weight. When Jimmy had nothing—when he was heavy—he walked like his joints were rusted: creaking steps…
Genesis is the first-place winner in SNHU’s 2015 Fall Fiction Short Story Competition. by Syche Phillips In the beginning, it’s awkward, as so many things are. You don’t know where you’re allowed to sit, where you’re expected to sleep, what there is to eat. You don’t even know what to call…