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September 28, 2022 | Fiction

The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto

Sam Berman

I’m trying to lose my ego before Coachella.

September 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Origins of Earth's Second Wave

Lily Arnell

And sure, not all moths were so blindly abiding, but that these grand ideas remained a possibility was often enough to console or comfort the moth. You see, the moth, culturally, was keenly aware of toxic attachments—meaning, they were rigidly open to all possibilities in an effort not to favor one delusion over another.

September 19, 2022 | Fiction

The Old Dog and Eternity

Lily Arnell

Sure, he’d miss chewing certain types of wood, the smell of garbage disposal, the indescribable pleasure of being shaded by a tree or large shrub. He could wait until spring, he supposed, to die among the scent of lilacs, one last taste of sweet pansy, a final sting of bee balm.

September 15, 2022 | Fiction

Three Tales

Tetman Callis

I didn’t hurt him, except maybe his feelings.

September 12, 2022 | Fiction

Two Girls

Matilda Lin Berke

Coolness is an anchor, a fortress, a cold and remote puritanism.

September 5, 2022 | Fiction

Flight to Paradise

Parker Young

Each day it paints the clearest possible picture of the gulch you’ve driven your life into.

August 22, 2022 | Fiction

Florida Man

Dan Leach

He sits alone on the beach with his feet in the sand, cigarette in mouth, eyes on the water, though there’s no one out here who knows him, and it’s not clear what he wants, unless what he wants is to be alone, in which case he picked the wrong part of the strand.

August 19, 2022 | Fiction

Break Me Open

Joe Baumann

The weather is hot.  The air conditioning is broken.  Everyone’s body is aching.  “You’re old enough to know.”  Our parents, he says, agree: it is time for us to understand openings, to recognize that we are not pinatas.  We are not stuffed with sugary candies in tight plastic wrappers.  Streamers and noisemakers will not burst forth from our chests.  We should not go at one another with baseball bats.  Openings are not occasions for blindfolds.

August 11, 2022 | Fiction

Allergy

Claudia Lundahl

The summer I was allergic to tap water was the summer I lost all my friends. School was out but nobody wanted to be around me except for Joel who wasn’t really my friend to begin with but sort of became one afterwards. It was understandable. I couldn’t shower and, well, to be perfectly honest, I smelled bad. Joel didn’t seem to mind, though. He worked the check-out at the general store and taped his ear to his head.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

I Love You Because You Don't Exist

Katie Frank

You asked if I wanted to send you the latest version of my story as a Google doc so you could add comments. You offered to send me one of your stories in  return.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

Mother Russia

Alexandrine Ogundimu

And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.

August 3, 2022 | Fiction

Things They Don't Tell You

Moses Z.

As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!

July 28, 2022 | Fiction

So We Bought A Hearse

Robert Herbst

So we bought a hearse.

July 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Body

Erin Kelly Smith

She kicks him in the stomach and then runs at him, screaming, shoving him into a bookcase.

July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

July 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toilet Story

Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis

When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.

July 4, 2022 | Fiction

The Aliens

D. L. Updike

The aliens were everywhere that summer.

July 1, 2022 | Fiction

No Good

Cora Lee Womble-Miesner

Every night he’d sleep next to me, grabbing my belly, my hair, my thighs like he thought I might disappear.

June 27, 2022 | Fiction

Voland

Mike Murphy

Even at his weight, he could still get himself down to a 40 degree angle with the ice at a speed that pushed him to vapor, when you feel dilated into thin air. That is what they called it in the New England League: pushing vapor.

June 22, 2022 | Fiction

Luzerne

Greg Tebbano

That summer was like a movie or waiting for a movie to start, stuffing yourself all through the previews and when the movie came it was always a rag...
 

June 20, 2022 | Fiction

Pura Vida

Harris Lahti

“To the sweet life!” Phil says.  

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 10, 2022 | Fiction

Mirror

David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks! 

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc."   -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz