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Six Stories in One Town
Jieyan Wang
In the mornings, we watch the wagons come in a procession, rolling down the streets in one thin line.
Aura-lift™
Allie Rowbottom
The best plastic surgeons are cultured. They stand at the intersection of art and science and are not, generally, superficial.
To Her Next Boyfriend
Jane DIESEL
If thinking your own thoughts has never brought you love, is it so bad to let another think for you?
Smells Like You
Maggie Edwards
Tennis balls were always disgusting. That creep-crawly not-green not-quite-yellow felt that made my teeth grind and my spine twitch, always wet with dog slobber. And it never lost that toxic new car
The Complement
Madeline Furlong
I painted my lips and fingers red the first time I was unfaithful. It was in college, with a girl with sharp orange hair who had a smile that said come. I never really liked her--she was arrogant and
When Rose Leaves
Abbie Barker
When Rose leaves, she hands me a lamp and says, “I’m afraid it will break in the move.” She tosses a bag of Twizzlers into her Corolla. The backseat is piled with thrift store dresses and Doc Martens.
Excerpt from the novella Orange
Alec Berry
1.
Maybe I’m an idiot, but those waves are
talking to me. They fall apart on the beach
then recoil, and the phytoplankton glow in
their recession. That’s where I think what
they’re saying is.
The Drowned Giant
Kholiswa Mendes Pepani
It was a Sunday morning in Delta, Mississippi when the body of the missing Negro giant washed up on the bank of the river. First news of the creature’s arrival was brought to the town by a local fisherman...
What Is It?
Steve Gergley
Andy Carr is stocking shelves at his local Value King supermarket when a forty-year-old woman taps him on the shoulder and starts yelling in his face. By the woman’s word the store is out of stock of
What I Thought They Wanted
Carly Berwick
As I headed north, to your border, darkness fell, and I could see only the two cones of light extending from the car’s headlamps. The road itself had no markings. It stretched into the black, a
Three Shorts
Leah Dawson
Lunar Flesh
Your daughter wraps her arms around your waist and asks, Does everyone have a skeleton inside?
Already dinner is on the table. Brown rice, sticky rice, ginger duck, little saucers
The Dingos
Dane Harrison
Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.
Is Anyone There?
Hollynn Huitt
It has been two and a half months since I’ve seen anyone other than Evan, my new baby, and my husband, not counting the rotating cast of delivery drivers who balance the occasional jumbo box of diapers on the top of the fence post by the gate.
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!