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Autumn Rhythm photo
February 17, 2015 | Fiction

Autumn Rhythm

Jimmy Chen

Did it bother him that his only erotic recourse that evening would be to pretend masterpiece on her face? Yes. 

2 Fictions photo
February 16, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Stefan Kiesbye

Katie keeps a pet duck in her Echo Park garden house. We sit on the edge of her tub and she sings, 'You are so beautiful to me,' the Joe Cocker song.

Craig and Crystal photo
February 13, 2015 | Fiction

Craig and Crystal

Fortunato Salazar

and yes, I know how everyone beats up on StevenHawking, that he doesn’t do his thinking for himself, he had one good idea and that was that

Beaver Hunt photo
February 11, 2015 | Fiction

Beaver Hunt

Vanessa Norton

We stood there, not knowing what to do, so he lowered himself to the floor to show me how he slept. “Don't you get... more

Babies from the Dry Counties photo
February 9, 2015 | Fiction

Babies from the Dry Counties

Adam Morris

Babies from the Dry Counties became a fated élite. From the creamiest of breasts to organic kale pudding and Montessori kindergarten.

A Thicket. A Glen. photo
February 6, 2015 | Fiction

A Thicket. A Glen.

Jane-Rebecca Cannarella

We were trying to figure out what a deer's home is called. A thicket? A glen?

2 Fictions photo
February 4, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Robert Lopez

The trouble with paddling is your arms get tired. I tell this to the girls but they don’t listen.

Grieve photo
January 27, 2015 | Fiction

Grieve

Katherine Robb

Call brother Henry in Louisville. Tell him to call baby sister Clementine in Augusta.

The Red Crown photo
January 23, 2015 | Fiction

The Red Crown

Elizabeth Hart Bergstrom

Once, all foxes were silver.

One Hundred One Sentences for Sir Ernest Shackleton photo
January 19, 2015 | Fiction

One Hundred One Sentences for Sir Ernest Shackleton

Kelly Ramsey

1.   It was always ice. Ice: a word like a shard of glass shived in his ribs. The dark plain he was bound to travel. His paramour, his nightmare, his lost thumb. His vice.

Symptomatic photo
January 15, 2015 | Fiction

Symptomatic

Valerie Vogrin

You are a diagnostician, alert for symptoms: ridged fingernails, yellow eye-whites, swollen knuckles, broken capillaries. 

The Zebulons photo
January 14, 2015 | Fiction

The Zebulons

Brett Beach

Our town’s ordinance—passed in 1862—named the first-born son of each family Zebulon.

Zombie Ant Fungus photo
January 12, 2015 | Fiction

Zombie Ant Fungus

Joshua Shaw

My ex, Mark, calls me at two in the morning to tell me he’s figured out what’s causing his problems.

Inutile photo
January 6, 2015 | Fiction

Inutile

Greg Mulcahy

When one didn’t work, turned to another one. Turned to one who could be spun. Turned and spun. That the language of... more

Donkey photo
December 29, 2014 | Fiction

Donkey

Melissa Yancy

Thank you for agreeing to serve as my culture champion. I appreciate you.

To Fall is to Serve the Public Good photo
December 24, 2014 | Fiction

To Fall is to Serve the Public Good

Shane Hunt

Defenestrated again. On the way down I regret that it isn’t raining.

Brass on Oak; Oak on Marble; Marble on Glass; Glass on Steel photo
December 17, 2014 | Fiction

Brass on Oak; Oak on Marble; Marble on Glass; Glass on Steel

Andrew Brininstool

Ed's note: This story originally ran on Hobart in 2010. In celebration of the upcoming... more

No Room for Discontent photo
December 16, 2014 | Fiction

No Room for Discontent

Olga Zilberbourg

Four decades after breaking off our high school romance, we found each other again, I, Phillip, twenty-five years into my second marriage, and I, Lily, divorced.

Outcasts photo
December 11, 2014 | Fiction

Outcasts

Danny Lorberbaum

Toby was blind. He was different. We left him alone.

 

Not This Town photo
December 9, 2014 | Fiction

Not This Town

Tina V. Cabrera

The fact that it happened at the town's polar bear research station is irrelevant. A polar bear didn't kill the child.

The Painter's Delay photo
December 5, 2014 | Fiction

The Painter's Delay

Matt Bell

The parents were not without greed, and so the younger painted, and as she painted the painting changed. 

Dead Poet, No Fun photo
December 2, 2014 | Fiction

Dead Poet, No Fun

Caitlin Barasch

On the night I left your apartment, my phone died.

Taco Kit photo
November 27, 2014 | Fiction

Taco Kit

Claudia Cadavid

“I’m helping you get in touch with your heritage,” Susana said to Tom, foisting the grocery bag onto the counter. ... more

The God of the Living Room photo
November 25, 2014 | Fiction

The God of the Living Room

Paul Luikart

I’m in Tom's apartment staring at the big deer head he has hanging on the wall of his living room. Tom has a... more

What I Could Buy photo
November 25, 2014 | Fiction

What I Could Buy

Leslie Pietrzyk

What I could buy with the insurance money they gave me when you died: One Ferrari, red or black, assuming V-8 instead of V-12,... more

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Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

A linked story collection detailing the relationship between the 40-year-old narrator, her eighth-grade daughter, Eli, and her daughter’s best friend, Saul. Includes the Pushcart Prize winning story "Teen Culture."

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Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

The original 2012 essay collection, redesigned and with three new essays by the author.

 

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Person/a

Elizabeth Ellen

"Ellen’s gigantic, circular novel leaves everything on the page. It’s one of the most thoughtful and creative books I’ve read in a long time."
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"PERSON/A is a fresh take on familiar feelings of loss and obsession. The novel feels like half autobiography, half fiction, and both halves will leave readers stunned."
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"I’m more stunned than able to decide or articulate what I really feel about Person/a, and that’s marvelous."
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