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The Dingos
Dane Harrison
Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.
Is Anyone There?
Hollynn Huitt
It has been two and a half months since I’ve seen anyone other than Evan, my new baby, and my husband, not counting the rotating cast of delivery drivers who balance the occasional jumbo box of diapers on the top of the fence post by the gate.
Ken at the Modern Pharmacy
Jean Pierre Nikuze
He joins the queuing customers. He’d read the overhead menu when he drew closer. In the meantime he’d twiddle with his phone to avoid standing out like a statue. He wraps his scarf loosely around his
Ball Don't Lie
Matt Boyarsky
When we were kids, my sister kicked this boy.
The Girl in the Glass Coffin
Megan Culhane Galbraith
I went looking for her. He went looking for her. She went looking for her. They went looking for her.
We all went looking for her.
I look.
You look.
He looks.
She looks.
They look.
We
The Last Set of Mothers
Emily James
Each year, the clouds lowered. Each year, the boys' hopes crept closer to their grasp.
Shards of Glass
Michael Pikna
Arranged in front of Papa were a cup of coffee, his glass eye, and a shot of whiskey. One by one, they would patch him up before he left for work. The sun hadn’t yet chinned the horizon, and we sat
Louisiana Dental
Mik Grantham
sat on my couch for twenty-four hours popping oxycontin while I watched a full season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and Rory were not on speaking terms and I missed my mom.
Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry
Nora E. Derrington
One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.
Pacific Theater
Brett Stuckel
Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.
Opana, Dying, in Baltimore: An Excerpt from Fucked Up
Damien Ark
I return to the kitchen and walk in on Jodeci pulling a syringe out of her neck. She takes the rope from my hands and uses it as a tourniquet for my arm.
Big Foot Walking
Jon Berger
Psycho Trev scared the shit out of me. He did the dishes at a Tony’s diner in town. He lived in a singlewide out in the woods and did a lot of shrooms. He had huge parties at his place too.
The Alumni Association
Maggie Siebert
“Hey buddy, are you alright?”
The husband looked at me with a smile disguising mild alarm.
“I’m going to be.”
another night in a fucking boring Pennsylvania suburb
Kevin Richard White
The guy looks over and sees me eating my pepper steak. He is a hard blur of hair and grease. For one brief minute, I think he’s going to lasso me or ask me to come over and polish off a bag of pork rinds.
The Dog and I
Andrew Bertaina
My husband is a proficient fighter. He catalogs the inconsistencies between the things I say and things I do. Against this tactic, I have no defense. For he is right, but what he fails to understand is the internal consistency in my inconsistency.
Lady Time
Grace Campbell
But I didn't feel sick anymore, was the thing. The sweating, capsizing sensation, the kaleidoscope of Muppets I saw square dancing behind my eyelids on that third night when it was legitimately bad, all that had been weeks ago and still everyone brought my mother food.
The Healer
Rebekah Frumkin
“Louis has stopped taking his dose.”
Sarah lowered herself to her knees in front of the fridge, continuing to uselessly rearrange the sanguinium.
“We think maybe you can spend some extra time with him, maybe get him to start taking it again,” Tim said. “You do great with Dotty.”
The Girlfriend Who Wasn’t a Girlfriend
Dalton Monk
We spent most of the night watching Billy Madison and eating ice cream and cookies and building a fort.
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Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!