Cleo Qian

I wrote this story thinking of stasis—of the feeling of being stuck, of your life stretching out emptily around you, your past, present, and future all an empty, featureless landscape with no landmarks or places you can go to. It’s a feeling I noticed in myself and many of my peers as we navigated our […]

She died in the game, and saw him looking at her. That summer, she always spent her lunch outside of the hangar. She ate in her car, or squatted in the shade of the fence, dribbling bottled water into the dirt. There was a game she played on her phone, shooting zombies. Across the […]