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Dennison photo
November 20, 2019 | Fiction


Joseph Grantham

Something bad happened. I sat on the bed. Tammy was under the bed but I didn’t know that. And the mattress is held up by wooden slats but the slats weren’t cut long enough, so they barely hold up the mattress and if you shift your position on the bed, there is a good chance that the slats will move out of place in the frame and the mattress will fall through the frame. And that’s what happened. The bad thing.

I Used to Watch Touched By An Angel with my Grandmother on CBS photo
November 19, 2019 | Fiction

I Used to Watch Touched By An Angel with my Grandmother on CBS

Josh Sherman

When she died, she just wasn’t there. I had to ask about her. She wasn’t in the usual place.

I Think We're Alone Now photo
November 18, 2019 | Fiction

I Think We're Alone Now

Sionnain Buckley

Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.

Fulcrum photo
November 15, 2019 | Fiction


Devin Jacobsen

I forget how many jobs I got let go from and how many houses picked me up, sheets and everything, and dumped me around the corner until some other work, some other roof overhead, seemed to gather me up and dropped me hence. 

The Census photo
November 14, 2019 | Fiction

The Census

Sam Price

And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.

Search photo
November 13, 2019 | Fiction


Cara Benson

I am in a storehouse of answers, am I not? I head for the reference desk even though there's no one behind the counter.

November 12, 2019 | Fiction


Brian Kelly

No one comes. I walk up to the bike. The seat’s taller than my bike.

A Temporary Addiction photo
November 11, 2019 | Fiction

A Temporary Addiction

Michael Don

I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain. 

Ode to Divorce photo
November 4, 2019 | Fiction

Ode to Divorce

Amy Suzanne Parker

Larger currency-pills plink in an “I Hate Mondays” coffee cup. No one knows who that cup belongs to.

Black Dirt photo
October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Black Dirt

Harris Lahti

The grass here is incessant.

The Earth Just Kept On Going photo
October 31, 2019 | Fiction

The Earth Just Kept On Going

Jon Doyle

A deep hole.

Strictly Horror photo
October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Strictly Horror

Emily Howorth

It wasn’t my fault we started talking.

Oakland by Night photo
October 31, 2019 | Fiction

Oakland by Night

Laur A. Freymiller

Ess saw it first at 2:03 AM.

The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine photo
October 31, 2019 | Fiction

The Difficulty Of Writing A Horror Story Set in Maine

Helen McClory

Do you remember this one?

Blue photo
October 30, 2019 | Fiction


Nicole Nelson

Hard to fathom that Ludwig was four.

Maybe We Were the Wrong Beatles photo
October 24, 2019 | Fiction

Maybe We Were the Wrong Beatles

Chelsea Stickle

But Aaron and I weren’t official. We were fucking almost every night, but we weren’t official. Technically.

Let’s Never Leave photo
October 17, 2019 | Fiction

Let’s Never Leave

Jan Stinchcomb

They brought us plates of toxic urchin, slipped us suspicious vegan sandwiches, and poured out shots of that green liquid preferred by celebrities.

Pollinate photo
October 16, 2019 | Fiction


Cassie Mannes Murray

It was cloudy most days.

Bird In Love photo
October 14, 2019 | Fiction

Bird In Love

Kelsey Ipsen

When it is morning morning I dress myself in nice human clothes. I am ready to leave the garden, but I do not leave the garden.

Jersey Shore, but if Snooki was Giant photo
October 10, 2019 | Fiction

Jersey Shore, but if Snooki was Giant

Tara Lemma

It is not comfortable to be on the show anymore, but Snooki never finished veterinary school and she needs the money.

Someone Cleans the Bathrooms photo
October 9, 2019 | Fiction

Someone Cleans the Bathrooms

Corey Farrenkopf

Glenn cleaned public bathrooms at beaches across Harwich, Massachusetts.

We’re Required to Do These Things Just as Salmon Swim Upstream photo
October 4, 2019 | Fiction

We’re Required to Do These Things Just as Salmon Swim Upstream

Carling Berkhout

Do us in quick, I begged, do me easy.

Delete All Future Events  photo
September 24, 2019 | Fiction

Delete All Future Events 

Brian Bartels

Perhaps we are simply trying to figure out how to stay inside a relationship – our relationship – and figure out how to physically exit the space we currently inhabit and enter another. 

Quick Stop photo
September 20, 2019 | Fiction

Quick Stop

Christina Drill

I was seventeen, so he was a man — had I been older, maybe not.

Life Selector: You Take Control photo
September 19, 2019 | Fiction

Life Selector: You Take Control

Sasha Graybosch

Show her face to the camera. Put your finger in her mouth.

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!




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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

Saul Stories is a linked collection that explores the relationships between a forty-year-old female artist, her teenaged daughter, and her daughter's friends. With ferocious realism, the book interrogates how children of differing classes and races are treated in the U.S., and the salacious and skeptical ways the current culture views cross-generational friendships. But most potently—in narratives taking place in Denny's and movie theatres and living rooms and cars—Saul Stories wonders what it means to be a woman and an artist and a mother, all at once.