Berkeley Fiction Review

Short Story: Ernest and the Stone River

Ernest edged out of the field and onto the bare, cracked earth. The grass rustled behind…
Of Ginsberg and Neon Fruit

I can’t forget the day I met him. Surrounded by books from my mother’s shelf, I…
Personal Essay: Secondhand Horror

I have never read The Highly Sensitive Child by Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D. Since I spotted…
How to Pretend to Have Read Books Without Really Trying

Like most college students—and like all who wear lens-less glasses—I entered freshmen year entirely assured I…
Parody: Canterbury Tales – A Modern Retelling

When summer with her hot sun does shine, A band who have Fallen to drugs and…
On Reading What You Want To and What You Don’t

I often find myself wondering why I’ve come to enjoy the things that I do. The…
Essay: Are you there, “The New Yorker”? It’s me, every hopeful college writer.

College writers are desperate creatures, yearning for attention and audience. Hungry for praise, popularity, and even…
Short Story: The Beginning of the End

“Mom. I’m okay. Really,” I swung my backpack over my shoulder and closed the car door.…
Essay: Sci-Fi and the Trick to World Building in Creative Fiction

Sci-Fi. An abbreviation that has the power to invoke utter joy or disgust given the beholder…
Artwork: Baby Birds

Oh what soft sweet merriment That carries with it such a beauteous glint In the hearts…