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Bedtime Story photo
January 29, 2016 | Fiction

Bedtime Story

Doug Ramspeck

Sometimes the two memories grow conflated in her thoughts, especially in her dreams.

Melissa at the Mall photo
January 27, 2016 | Fiction

Melissa at the Mall

Marisela Navarro

One day Melissa was putting on lipstick at the mall.

Trip the Light Fantastic photo
January 25, 2016 | Fiction

Trip the Light Fantastic

Craig Buchner

She almost said yes until she saw the stain.

Graffiti photo
January 22, 2016 | Fiction

Graffiti

Matthew Hobson

Scrawled across the garage door in big red letters are the words "Die Snake!" 

HeyDay photo
January 20, 2016 | Fiction

HeyDay

Jay Merill

Aimee looks back to how things were.

Vigil at Fort Jesus photo
January 18, 2016 | Fiction

Vigil at Fort Jesus

Derick Dupre

Nighttime near Fort Jesus.  We point our phones heavenward and hear about the latest rave death.

The Lepidopterist  photo
January 12, 2016 | Fiction

The Lepidopterist 

Kendra Fortmeyer

The killer dispatched the boyfriend easily in the kitchen, and then he had an idea.

Baby Hitler and the Slow Talking Man photo
January 9, 2016 | Commercial Fiction

Baby Hitler and the Slow Talking Man

Dave Housley

Baby Hitler was getting bored. Mother had been away longer than usual. He had already played with the rattle<a class="more" href="/web_features/baby-hitler-and-the-slow-talking-man">... more</a>

America, This Is You photo
January 8, 2016 | Fiction

America, This Is You

James Yates

This was a painstaking choreography of getting whacked in the balls.

Night After Night photo
December 30, 2015 | Fiction

Night After Night

Nate Lippens

The song ends. Through the wall, he hears the crowd applauding the band. A burble of indecipherable stage patter is smothered under microphone crackle. He rights himself and unlatches the door.

Herman French photo
December 28, 2015 | Fiction

Herman French

Eric Rosenblum

The one and only time I saw Herman French naked was when he was toweling off after a shower.  Herman was my bunkmate two years ago at Camp Thunderbird.  He had the smallest penis I’d ever seen. 

I Lost My Orgasm photo
December 25, 2015 | Fiction

I Lost My Orgasm

Hillary Leftwich

Maybe I dropped it as I struggle to hold the box of Munchkin donuts and the lukewarm cup of coffee in my hands that I brought for you. Even after you told me not to. Even after you told me you needed space.

Mt. Silver photo
December 23, 2015 | Fiction

Mt. Silver

Adam Zachary

I couldn’t sleep when we shared a bed anyway, so most nights, when he was deep enough, I wriggled out of his armpit to lay on the floor, play Pokémon until sunrise caught on spots in the window.

Too Hot photo
December 21, 2015 | Fiction

Too Hot

Cara Benson

I start with which would you rather as an opportunity to open up the conversation for a set piece I've prepared. In summer I might ask how does everyone like their air.

Baby Hitler and the Man with the Glowing Hair photo
December 19, 2015 | Commercial Fiction, Fiction

Baby Hitler and the Man with the Glowing Hair

Dave Housley

Baby Hitler giggles and pulls another leg off the spider. Just three legs this time. He pulled them<a class="more" href="/web_features/baby-hitler-and-the-man-with-the-glowing-hair">... more</a>

Baby Hitler and the Man with the Glowing Hair photo
December 19, 2015 | Commercial Fiction, Fiction

Baby Hitler and the Man with the Glowing Hair

Dave Housley

Baby Hitler giggles and pulls another leg off the spider. Just three legs this time. He pulled them<a class="more" href="/web_features/baby-hitler-and-the-man-with-the-glowing-hair">... more</a>

Turn in the Direction of the Skid photo
December 18, 2015 | Fiction

Turn in the Direction of the Skid

Robert P. Kaye

Dan got an associate’s degree in business, works for a bank and still deals a little dope on the side. Moss sells high-end real estate in the city. Spence moved to Brooklyn for the music and he’s got an EP on Bandcamp that’s pretty damned good. I’m the only one who stayed in town.

We Are the Hallwalkers photo
December 16, 2015 | Fiction

We Are the Hallwalkers

Chelsea Laine Wells

We are the high school hallwalkers, the frequent fliers, the do not admit until disciplinary list, the back of the class, the front of the class where I can keep my eye on you, the laughing and fighting and nodding off 

Four Things photo
December 14, 2015 | Fiction

Four Things

Kenta Maniwa

i took a girl to a donut shop after an art show

i bought her a donut and milk and then we sat in my car

we talked and ate donuts

she said she had thanksgiving dinner with a guy who shot two cops

Baby Hitler and the Man from the Republican Primary photo
December 12, 2015 | Commercial Fiction, Fiction

Baby Hitler and the Man from the Republican Primary

Dave Housley

Baby Hitler woke up angry. He sat up. They would be coming for him again. Who, he did not know.<a class="more" href="/web_features/baby-hitler-and-the-man-from-the-republican-primary">... more</a>

Baby Hitler and the Man from the Republican Primary photo
December 12, 2015 | Commercial Fiction, Fiction

Baby Hitler and the Man from the Republican Primary

Dave Housley

Baby Hitler woke up angry. He sat up. They would be coming for him again. Who, he did not know.<a class="more" href="/web_features/baby-hitler-and-the-man-from-the-republican-primary">... more</a>

Postcards photo
December 11, 2015 | Fiction

Postcards

Joe Plicka

Pizza Hut pays for my gas, and of course I eat for free whenever I get to one of our restaurants. They allow me fifty a day for lodging, but since we’re saving for that patio set I usually just sleep in the car if the room is over forty. In Iowa City it was hard to find something that cheap but Missouri is like motel central! 

2 Fictions photo
December 9, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Hanna Mangold

six years later and I only know how to be needed

Downriver photo
December 7, 2015 | Fiction

Downriver

Cal Freeman

“The organism is made to self-regenerate,” she said as we walked to my 1980 Buick in the gravel lot.  “In this way it is unlike worn-out horses and old-ass cars.”

Metamorphosis photo
December 4, 2015 | Fiction

Metamorphosis

Jennifer Stern

I am thinking about the lungfish’s two worlds—the wet one and the dry one—and about metamorphosis.  And I am thinking about strokes—about whether it’s the moment that the arm becomes weak that a person’s life goes into pause.  Or the moment that the blind spot sets in.

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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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Dualities

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.