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Six Days in Glorious Vienna photo
September 15, 2015 | Translation, Fiction

Six Days in Glorious Vienna

Yoko Ogawa

Fourteen tourists had signed up for “Six Days in Glorious Vienna: Open Plan,” and since Kotoko and I were the only singles in the group, it was inevitable that we ended up rooming together at the hotel.

Atoms photo
September 14, 2015 | Fiction

Atoms

Michelle Ross

A boy in your science class starts sitting behind you on the school bus. He whispers into your hair that he’s known about atoms for as long as he can remember.

Some Life, Hunh? photo
September 12, 2015 | Fiction

Some Life, Hunh?

Steve Anwyll

I look down Rue Acorn. Along the red brick factory I live in. And at first all I see are parked cars. Shadows. And the slow moving Sunday traffic farther up the block. Along  Rue Saint-Rémi.

You were right, I tell myself with confidence, there are no fucking fallen dogs out here. Just a sack of rice or side of beef. Plain and simple.

An Encounter photo
September 9, 2015 | Fiction

An Encounter

Greg Mulcahy

I’ve been told, he said, you can make a house out of magazines. Roll them up and seal them in something and stack them up in a grid formation. There are supports, of course. Has to be a framework.

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy photo
September 7, 2015 | Fiction

The Most Romantic Eighth Grade Boy

Cara Dempsey

Every night since she stays in, thumbing the wheel. She burns napkins and cotton swabs. She burns whatever she can find.

The Outsiders photo
September 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Outsiders

Shane Jones

Sometimes my brother would randomly run through the house saying the outsiders sat perched in the trees, they had guns aimed at every window in the house, and we’d run to the basement and whisper our last words to each other in the hiding cabinets 

Street Names photo
September 3, 2015 | Fiction

Street Names

Irene McGarrity

When I met Magic on 188th and Valentine, he pulled a quarter from behind my ear.  Most guys didn’t try that hard. 

Trade Deadline photo
September 2, 2015 | Fiction

Trade Deadline

Tom McAllister

A few minutes before tip-off, Gorilla stretches in the locker room—he’s no longer allowed to stretch on the court, not since an<a class="more" href="/web_features/trade-deadline">... more</a>

Exact Routes photo
August 31, 2015 | Fiction

Exact Routes

Caroline Belle Stewart

Sometimes she fears her new husband is her old husband. In her mind the two take up the same space and linger in the same places. 

Always Bienvenido photo
August 27, 2015 | Fiction

Always Bienvenido

Lawrence Lenhart

Kneeling on cement, the lifelike nutz dangling in her face, Daniela tried to work the screwpin out of the anchor shackle, but she was unable to unjam it from the lughole, her press-ons flexing dangerously against the hitch. 

Pace photo
August 25, 2015 | Fiction

Pace

Glen Pourciau

I walk every day until I stop talking to myself. 

Rivet photo
August 19, 2015 | Fiction

Rivet

Ryan Krull

The card reads Leo Schwezeger, MD. The only other print is a phone number and the phrase If you have to ask...

Rattlesnake Roundup photo
August 17, 2015 | Fiction

Rattlesnake Roundup

Kevin Grauke

No one itches for spring like Ellis Ives itches for spring. Just watch him when the mesquite start to bud. 

Theresa photo
August 13, 2015 | Fiction

Theresa

Sara Kachelman

Worst thing I ever did I did when I was doing Hank’s cousin, Theresa. It was a crime of sloth, a crime of not-saying.

Kumon Thong photo
August 10, 2015 | Fiction

Kumon Thong

Corwin Ericson

Golden Boy lived in a little house on our mantlepiece.

Dollar Dog Day photo
August 6, 2015 | Fiction

Dollar Dog Day

Tom McAllister

Oliver sat in the locker room, a towel tucked neatly around his waist, next to a Smithfield rep who was slicing open packages of hot<a class="more" href="/web_features/dollar-dog-day">... more</a>

The Mindreader photo
August 4, 2015 | Fiction

The Mindreader

Claire Polders

I am a woman of discipline, which is to say: I don’t act at random. But I once slept with a mindreader on a whim.

Four Fictions photo
July 29, 2015 | Fiction

Four Fictions

Gary J. Shipley

I’m to blame for every fake suicide this week. If anyone knocks at the door I shout the addresses of shut-ins until I hear footsteps. If the knocking continues I take my gun and start shooting through the walls.

Souvenir photo
July 27, 2015 | Fiction

Souvenir

Stephen Tuttle

Most nights he wakes to use the bathroom and in so doing wakes the dog, which in turn figures it might as well do the same.

The Man with a Fish in His Heart photo
July 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Man with a Fish in His Heart

Michael Credico

I had runoff all over. I hadn’t escaped the heartland.

Secret Identity photo
July 20, 2015 | Fiction

Secret Identity

Richard Scott Larson

I was staying with Nicole during the semester of the break-ins

Unmoored photo
July 17, 2015 | Fiction

Unmoored

Rosie Forrest

I’d pony up the midnight sun for a pulled pork sandwich.

May photo
July 9, 2015 | Fiction

May

James English

My friends told me they’d introduce me to May, but only if I understood that she’d been through a lot and didn’t need any more bad things to happen to her.

4th of July: You're Not Gonna Take My Other Thumb photo
July 4, 2015 | Fiction

4th of July: You're Not Gonna Take My Other Thumb

Blake Kimzey

As dusk approached I lit an M80, tossed it across the lawn like John McClain on a mission to reverse engineer Nakatomi Tower. 

The Child Bride and Her Artificial Flowers photo
July 2, 2015 | Fiction

The Child Bride and Her Artificial Flowers

Carabella Sands

His family was there. My family was there. My bouquet was made of flies. 

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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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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.