Author Archives: Flux Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: This content deals with accounts of sexual assault and may be triggering to some people. *Name has been changed to protect identity. *Sarah can’t sleep on a raised bed—there’s enough space for a person to hide underneath. The … Continue reading →

he last time I saw my mother was over a Skype call from my dorm room. Her name was Stacey and it was her fifty-third birthday. My dad fixated the camera on her fragile body, limply lying on the recliner. … Continue reading →

A little compassion is all it takes to start a cultural movement. Continue reading →