Rain slaps the windows of my Uber as we cruise past bright lights on Eighth Ave. The driver talks at me but I am away. Lightning flickers; outside Duane Reade, I hear a soundless argument between a couple. A large man claws at his chest, his heart, as if to say, this is what you’re […]More
Loan Le is an associate editor at Simon and Schuster's Atria imprint. She graduated from Fairfield University in 2014 with a bachelor's degree in English and in 2017 with an MFA degree in fiction writing. She has an affinity for stories that almost never end happily, which causes concerned companions to ask about the state of her psyche. In her free time Loan likes to eat too much of everything, go to her eccentric NYC writing group, binge on Netflix, and spend time with her friends. She tweets all the time (@loanloan) and sometimes blogs at writerloanle.me.
My short story, “Gaw Gaw, ” was recently published by Mud Season Review, a magazine run by the people behind the Burlington Writers Workshop in Vermont. I can’t thank them enough for accepting my piece and revising it with such care. Also, I love the artwork they decided to use for my story. Please read and […]More
Realizing that I could have easily shortened the title by saying “Things I Can’t Do” instead of “Things I’m Incapable of Doing” Remembering song lyrics and singing along to said song lyrics Quoting lines from films–doesn’t matter if they’re mainstream or obscure Keeping the left side of my bed free from stacks of paper and […]More
The simultaneous turn of heads compels you to pause your music. You were lost in your own world before, hypnotized by chaotic rhythms that get you through the morning commute. You look left when you see synchronized movement and notice, a couple of seats away, a man on the ground. He is still. You look twice, thinking he’s homeless or mentally ill; you’ve trained yourself to spare a glance—and only that—to people like them: those whose homes are in public spaces, bodies splayed across park benches, subway seats, or outside suit-and-tie offices. But this man is slumped against the door. He wears khaki pants, a red-and-white argyle sweater, and Sperrys. A briefcase lies beside him.More