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Thighs of Nymphs photo
October 1, 2015 | Fiction

Thighs of Nymphs

Vi Khi Nao

Magnolia, Ambrosio, Valance stand still as three pillars. Amongst the ruins of the Roman Empire.

Human Resources photo
September 30, 2015 | Fiction

Human Resources

Peter Kispert

So here’s Anthony, twelve years later. He’s got this white pin on his right breast that reads MY INTERESTS ARE: ANIMALS & POSITIVITY.

You Told Me I Looked Good photo
September 28, 2015 | Fiction

You Told Me I Looked Good

Meredith Turits

You slept for a few hours after that, but I stayed awake, mostly wondering why you hadn’t yet scraped the popcorn texture off of the ceiling in your house. 

Virtual Element photo
September 25, 2015 | Fiction

Virtual Element

John Charles Wolf

The bodies under there, in the corridor, were at an ends; by the time each person entered the airport, their desires were all set about the rooms like a seasoned, wet palette.

Notes on Tomorrow's Issue photo
September 23, 2015 | Fiction

Notes on Tomorrow's Issue

Cady Vishniac

QUERY 5: About half the time, your APOSTROPHES and your QUOTATION MARKS don’t curl around the way they should— “ or ” , not " , and ‘ or ’ , not ' —which is how I know you are writing half of all your articles on your cellphone.

Traphouse photo
September 22, 2015 | Fiction


Mike Crossley

Destiny's Child third album track # 1 she plays as if I don't already know what’s up. She just wants me to remind her she's a queen so I play Coming to America, and we're okay for a few more years.

Die Ag No Sis photo
September 21, 2015 | Fiction

Die Ag No Sis

Nicholas Olson

To fall asleep in this room that is like forgetting your face.

A Man Got Shot in Ohio photo
September 18, 2015 | Fiction

A Man Got Shot in Ohio

Saugat Bhattarai

Later at night she looked by the fires of Ohio at the burn on her palm 

Math photo
September 17, 2015 | Fiction


Paul Stinson

He wore these fuck-you neckties (one looked like a whole trout hanging down his chest) and bad jeans dyed mint green, lemon yellow, cake frosting blue.

Something That I Don't Remember photo
September 16, 2015 | Fiction

Something That I Don't Remember

Chris Barton

I started to focus on feeling very satisfied with the pistachios then on a sort of discordant, non sequitur—the ironic memory of the gentle, almost weightless, excitement of holding an unopened Hershey bar. 

Six Days in Glorious Vienna photo
September 15, 2015 | Translation, Fiction

Six Days in Glorious Vienna

Yoko Ogawa

Fourteen tourists had signed up for “Six Days in Glorious Vienna: Open Plan,” and since Kotoko and I were the only singles in the group, it was inevitable that we ended up rooming together at the hotel.

Atoms photo
September 14, 2015 | Fiction


Michelle Ross

A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.

Some Life, Hunh? photo
September 12, 2015 | Fiction

Some Life, Hunh?

Steve Anwyll

I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along  Rue Saint-Rémi.

You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.

An Encounter photo
September 9, 2015 | Fiction

An Encounter

Greg Mulcahy

I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy photo
September 7, 2015 | Fiction

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy

Cara Dempsey

Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.

The Outsiders photo
September 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Outsiders

Shane Jones

Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets 

Street Names photo
September 3, 2015 | Fiction

Street Names

Irene McGarrity

When I met Magic on 188th and Valentine, he pulled a quarter from behind my ear.  Most guys didn’t try that hard. 

Trade Deadline photo
September 2, 2015 | Fiction

Trade Deadline

Tom McAllister

A few minutes before tip-off, Gorilla stretches in the locker room—he’s no longer allowed to stretch on the court, not... more

Exact Routes photo
August 31, 2015 | Fiction

Exact Routes

Caroline Belle Stewart

Sometimes she fears her new husband is her old husband. In her mind the two take up the same space and linger in the same places. 

Always Bienvenido photo
August 27, 2015 | Fiction

Always Bienvenido

Lawrence Lenhart

Kneeling on cement, the lifelike nutz dangling in her face, Daniela tried to work the screwpin out of the anchor shackle, but she was unable to unjam it from the lughole, her press-ons flexing dangerously against the hitch. 

Pace photo
August 25, 2015 | Fiction


Glen Pourciau

I walk every day until I stop talking to myself. 

Rivet photo
August 19, 2015 | Fiction


Ryan Krull

The card reads Leo Schwezeger, MD. The only other print is a phone number and the phrase If you have to ask...

Rattlesnake Roundup photo
August 17, 2015 | Fiction

Rattlesnake Roundup

Kevin Grauke

No one itches for spring like Ellis Ives itches for spring. Just watch him when the mesquite start to bud. 

Theresa photo
August 13, 2015 | Fiction


Sara Kachelman

Worst thing I ever did I did when I was doing Hank’s cousin, Theresa. It was a crime of sloth, a crime of not-saying.

Kumon Thong photo
August 10, 2015 | Fiction

Kumon Thong

Corwin Ericson

Golden Boy lived in a little house on our mantlepiece.

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Over For Rockwell

Uzodinma Okehi

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Baseball Handbook


We’ve had the idea and wanted to do some kind of “best of our online baseball issues” for years, and here is one iteration of that book. We’ve been doing it for so long (this year is our 13th!), we have too many favorites, so we made some arbitrary rules...