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In Real Life
Chris Wu
Finally she told him she was feeling the same way, but that she didn’t have the words for it. Just the emoji of the face with only eyes and nothing else.
In Real Life
Chris Wu
Finally she told him she was feeling the same way, but that she didn’t have the words for it. Just the emoji of the face with only eyes and nothing else.
The Friendly Ghost
Chris R. Morgan
The more lucid among them felt an uplift in his presence; as if, as one patient put it, they were passengers on a luxury ocean liner bound for Europe.
The Friendly Ghost
Chris R. Morgan
The more lucid among them felt an uplift in his presence; as if, as one patient put it, they were passengers on a luxury ocean liner bound for Europe.
Danielle D
Erick Bradshaw
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
Danielle D
Erick Bradshaw
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
Swim At Your Own Risk
Justine Anastasia
Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.
Swim At Your Own Risk
Justine Anastasia
Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.
Amygdala Disco Party
Sivan Lavie
You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.
Amygdala Disco Party
Sivan Lavie
You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.
The Story of White Water: A White Guy with a Sweat Lodge
Natalie Storey
We knew, for example, that according to 23 and Me, White Water didn’t have even a trace of indigenous blood, not even Cherokee, not even if you went back four generations.
The Story of White Water: A White Guy with a Sweat Lodge
Natalie Storey
We knew, for example, that according to 23 and Me, White Water didn’t have even a trace of indigenous blood, not even Cherokee, not even if you went back four generations.
Protandry
George Salis
Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Her Lesser Work
Elizabeth Ellen
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub


