After a short break, we’re back with an awesome issue. Download the full issue. Table of Contents Letter from the Editors | Anna Blake Keeley and Sarah Bailey Sky Clipper | Justin David Stone The Gingko Tree | Lili Xie […]
Issue 5
Sky Clipper
I don’t know why the ducks even liked the lake at MacDougal Park. Nobody in Silas cared about it. To call the lake blue gives the wrong impression; this was not a place of tranquility or natural beauty. The water […]
The Gingko Tree
Ying had always imagined it would start like this: on a sunny afternoon, she walks by a ginkgo tree, under which a young man sits playing his guitar. Sunshine sneaks through ginkgo leaves and shines on his black hair, giving […]
People Like Us
“Where’s your wife?” Meg asks after lunch. She answers her own question with a laugh. Wide-mouthed, white-toothed. Loud. Her ha ha’s bleed together, sound more like ah-ha! “She’s at work,” Dan says. Meg smiles. Dan follows the long leash from […]
Announcement
quip is currently experiencing a time of transition—growing pains, if you will. When we first started quip, we couldn’t have predicted how fun, inspiring, and stressful running a literary magazine would be, and we definitely didn’t anticipate all the submissions […]
Issue 4
Issue 4 // Spring 2021 is out! This issue features more beautiful fiction from a diverse group of talented authors. Download the full issue. Table of Contents Letter from the Editors Hack | Toni Artuso Gold | Kylie Westerlind Only […]
Gold
When the night came, the coyotes appeared from the desert, hovering like ghosts. Some of us turned over in our sleeping bags as if we could mute their yips and yaps by covering our ears, but everyone knows their cries […]
Starlets
I make a blood oath with Katie near the summit. It’s pretty gross, but it’s the reason we came here after dark. We’ve been watching a lot of sisterhood movies lately and figure now’s the time to solidify ours before […]
Only
All night the cats fight tight as a wrestle. They crash back and forth in the dark and they’re not playing cuz it’s ……….cry cry ……….cry all the way to morning and another watery wake up, another rain-gray sky, another […]
Hack
I sat in an Edward Hopper painting, Nighthawks to be exact—the brightly lit yellow walls, the gleaming wooden counter with stools marching around it, huge plate-glass windows looking onto an empty, darkened street. The picture only lacked the requisite people, […]