His name wasn’t really John. What his real name was I don’t know—I’m not sure if anyone but John himself knew. He liked it that way. Liked the mystery of it.
POEM OF THE WEEK
POEM OF THE WEEK
Desire Path
By Laetitia Keok
My love, there are more borders between us than there have been meaningful years. Can I say this? Beyond our childhood days, the history of knowing is comprised of insufficiencies.
FALL 2026 STORY CONTEST
FALL 2026 STORY CONTEST
Open to all fiction and nonfiction writers. We’re looking for short stories, essays, memoirs, photo essays, graphic stories, all forms of literary nonfiction, and excerpts.
Please see the Guidelines.
NARRATIVE FIRSTS
NARRATIVE FIRSTS
Narrative Firsts
Publishing first-time authors, and introducing their work to readers across the globe, is one of our greatest pleasures. Here are some of the authors whose first works have appeared in Narrative.
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
Sweeter
By Yong-Yu Huang
This is what passes for dreaming in the blue house, the decay of my good days. Again, the bowl of fruit awash in the creeping light.
POETRY
POETRY
Illicit
By Cate Lycurgus
touching you is a dash in the paragraph of not touching you fragment in the sentence of not seeing you seeing you is a colon amid clauses of not seeing
GRAPHIC STORIES
GRAPHIC STORIES
GRAPHIC STORIES
GRAPHIC STORIES
Some Things I Actually Would Like to Elevate . . .
By Tracey K. Berglund
Women are constantly encouraged to “Elevate” our careers, our lifestyles, our portfolios, our skin care regimens, our get-aways.
GRAPHIC STORIES
GRAPHIC STORIES
A Library Grows in the Bronx
By Ali Solomon
We used to visit with my grandfather in his Bronx apartment. His building's laundry room was like a little free library, only big and musty.
LEARN!
NARRATIVE HIGH SCHOOL WRITING CONTEST
LEARN!
LEARN!
Best Advice
By Kirstin Valdez Quade
The fiction writer must merge with the character on the page and see things clearly though the character’s eyes.
NARRATIVE HIGH SCHOOL WRITING CONTEST
NARRATIVE HIGH SCHOOL WRITING CONTEST
Shattered
By Charley Burlock
It took less than three seconds and twelve feet of vertical air to shatter my world. Grief moved in shortly after. Grief is a rude houseguest. She stays up late. She leaves messes. She is lazy.
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