Undergraduate Fiction

Coffee Stains

Audrey King Lassman

I sit on the floor. It’s not my floor. It’s Felix’s floor. Here he comes now, sleep-stained, hair a knotted mop on his head...

The Hoover

Gabriel Flynn

The thing with the hoover was typical of the way Carl’s stubbornness became such an issue...

Alphabet Eggs

Faye Holder

Faith didn’t have the answer. She stared at the others, her eyes pleading for someone, anyone to help her. Faith tapped out a staccato rhythm with her biro...