Kate is sixteen, willowy, freckled. Her calico dress is hemmed for a girl an inch shorter. She is standing in the dusty square and watching the man with the rain...
Gray would take the pill and stop loving his wife forever. Down the hatch, sleep it off, and wake up without the same fervent, relentless, crippling heartache. That was the brand...
I’ll never forget the first time I read “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson. My tenth-grade English teacher passed around a Tupperware container filled with folded squares of loose leaf—one piece...
Once, in a fit of rage, Megan Kennedy cut off all of her daughter’s hair. They had less than an hour before they had to leave for Carrie Mullen’s birthday...
The last time I saw Allison Moore, there was a cougar loose in our town. This happened from time to time. Every couple of years, a cat would come down...
As a dressmaker’s daughter, she should have known the risk of a bad seam. Rosemary had grown watching her father in his workshop, his couturier’s fingers finding piousness in velvet,...
National Book Award Winning author and UNH alumna Alice McDermott recently visited University of New Hampshire as part of UNH’S Department of English Writers Series. Enshrined in the glow of...
Lee pulled up her shade. Workers in bright orange vests scurried around the plane, their movements impressively purposeful, though she had no idea what they were doing. She’d never flown...
Barnstorm’s fiction readers have varied reading tastes and interests, but they share a common passion for stories. Recently, they weighed in on what they look for as they read fiction...
Nothing should have survived the garage collapse. Holy lord, if only you could’ve seen it. The outer wall crashed into the alley and the roof fell straight down. The west...
“[E]very pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self. There is no place to hide and so we are found.” -Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge I close my eyes...
Drew slipped out of the hospital last week and has been loafing around the neighborhood ever since. I spot him on my way to Pilates. If I’m late again, Diane...