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For a Good Time, Call photo
December 15, 2016 | Fiction

For a Good Time, Call

Gwen E. Kirby

The wrong numbers were always men and they always asked for Gail.

Dinner on the Moon photo
December 13, 2016 | Fiction

Dinner on the Moon

Nate Lippens

Meals out have become almost impossible.

The Participants photo
December 7, 2016 | Fiction

The Participants

Mack Gelber

Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.

Paris Review Accepted Story photo
December 5, 2016 | Fiction

Paris Review Accepted Story

Jimmy Chen

My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .

Naming What We Know photo
November 25, 2016 | Fiction

Naming What We Know

Jordan Castro

Violette moved away from Calvin toward a group of rhododendrons.

Calvin felt calm.

He thought about God.

Peephole photo
November 24, 2016 | Fiction


Melissa Moorer

I didn’t ask why you spent all that time and energy making a hole with all the wrong tools instead of calling the landlord. 

Kiss Kiss photo
November 21, 2016 | Fiction

Kiss Kiss

Aimee Mepham

The Hungarian brings flowers to break up with me. I can see him through the window as he takes them from the trunk of his car in the Starbucks parking lot. 

Custody photo
November 18, 2016 | Fiction


Lilly Schneider

Skateboarders have to be tough. It’s not if you’ll get hurt but when, not if it will be bad but if it will be bad enough to keep you off the board.

Three Fictions photo
November 17, 2016 | Fiction

Three Fictions

Shannon McLeod

I sent a text to my father, telling him I saw three coyotes. My father is an admirer of the natural world. I sent another text about a nearby house that had been abandoned. I'd noticed the word “SATAN” scrawled across the front door with blue paint that morning.

Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to Death  photo
November 17, 2016 | Fiction

Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to Death 

Sam Price

Ted had started the holidays in Aspen. Well, in the jail in Aspen, awaiting trial for a murder he’d committed in Snowmass.

Fear Of Biting Apples photo
November 16, 2016 | Fiction

Fear Of Biting Apples

Larry Silberfein

In the dark we weren’t afraid to show our ugly selves. We admitted we loathed giving up our seats to old people and the pregnant. Don’t you just hate reading?  We both said at the same time. 

Telepathy photo
November 15, 2016 | Fiction


Adrienne Parker

Halfway through Pilates class, the teacher decided to use telepathy. She said she was sick of the sound of her voice, always repeating the same cues. 

This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone photo
November 14, 2016 | Fiction

This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone

J.L. Montavon

We left after midnight. We entered the forest, dark and green all around us, hundreds of miles deep.  Woven together in the little cocoon of our car, our world was as large as the headlight beams in the dark forest.

Beam of Light photo
November 11, 2016 | Fiction

Beam of Light

Brian Allen Carr

For four days in 1997 I was a beam of light. Fuck off if you don’t believe me: I lit shit up. Daniel Ladinsky says Hafiz says, “The oil in the lamp the sun burns come from forests you once were, from rich deposits you left [behind],” but he was probably speaking metaphorically. 

Bestiary photo
November 10, 2016 | Fiction


L.M. Davenport

If you require more of your ferret than simple love and affection, our staff of specialized trainers will provide you with an ATTACK FERRET for your security.  

Boys Everybody Wants photo
November 9, 2016 | Fiction

Boys Everybody Wants

Anthony Casella

They aren’t the most attractive boys at school—not smarter or more stylish and certainly no more articulate. Their appeal is a mystery to anyone who isn’t under their spell.

Incompatible With Life photo
November 8, 2016 | Fiction

Incompatible With Life

Amanda Miska

The problem was I’d forgotten about the change in altitude. The grief counselor had suggested a getaway, so I fled the Alleghenies for the Rockies and the guest bedroom of my best college friend on a quiet block in Denver.

Tribulation photo
November 4, 2016 | Fiction


Steve Trumpeter

I believe it now—I’d be a fool not to—but that doesn’t mean I agree with it.

The Card Game photo
November 2, 2016 | Fiction

The Card Game

Sarah Viren

It was a franchise, the Prez thing, but one as secret as the mob.

Girls Love Circles photo
October 27, 2016 | Fiction

Girls Love Circles

Kenta Maniwa

The blonde girl I liked made a scooping motion with her hands while saying things like ‘it’s not even that late’ and ‘come on, come on’ and ‘it’ll be soooo much fun’ and ‘let’s go you fucking piece of shit.’

Only The Real Crazies Paint photo
October 25, 2016 | Fiction

Only The Real Crazies Paint

Elizabeth Green

My friend takes caffeine pills between classes and shakes in the bathroom, on the floor under the sinks.

Did You Hear That? photo
October 25, 2016 | Fiction

Did You Hear That?

Benjamin Woodard

Okay, so there’s that sound again, and you know it isn’t Tommy or Lindsey trying to scare you, because they’ve been asleep for over an hour and you’re certain the sound is coming from the basement

Home photo
October 24, 2016 | Fiction


Tanner Lee

I kissed Jesus up the neck until his hearing aid caught my gums like a chicken bone.

Disappearing photo
October 20, 2016 | Fiction


Emily Flouton

Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time playing Candy Crush Saga on the old iPhone Jan gave me while watching TV.

Gifted and Talented photo
October 18, 2016 | Fiction

Gifted and Talented

Alice Kaltman

Nell did not consider herself a thief. All sixteen lovely pups were better off in her care. She kept them in a large house with a sprawling yard, surrounded by a sturdy fence.

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Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

A 400-page collection of poems in fours sections: Nicki Minaj Songs, Bob Dylan Songs, Elliott Smith Songs, and 90s Riot Grrrls Songs.

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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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Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.