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April 4, 2024 | Fiction

An Inside-Out-Thing

Becky Tuch

True story.

You know Urmquast Meldoofi? The guy who writes the homeless features for The New York Times? Published a book not too long ago about the plight of the homeless in small urban

April 2, 2024 | Fiction

It felt more real when I drew it

Jonah Primiano

They say The Cloud is a bad metaphor for the internet because this makes it seem immaterial and like its presence doesn’t have a real physical impact on the planet. They say to remember the server

April 2, 2024 | Fiction

It felt more real when I drew it

Jonah Primiano

They say The Cloud is a bad metaphor for the internet because this makes it seem immaterial and like its presence doesn’t have a real physical impact on the planet. They say to remember the server

April 1, 2024 | Fiction

There Are No Words

Garielle Lutz

But how did I get it into my head, so early on, that friendship is something you’re supposed to have with only one person, and it’s supposed to be engulfing, and you’re not supposed to survive it?

April 1, 2024 | Fiction

There Are No Words

Garielle Lutz

But how did I get it into my head, so early on, that friendship is something you’re supposed to have with only one person, and it’s supposed to be engulfing, and you’re not supposed to survive it?

March 30, 2024 | Fiction

Winter Haven, Florida, 1984

Elizabeth Ellen

“You don’t want to be a lesbian,” she said. “Trust me. It’s a tough life.”

March 30, 2024 | Fiction

Winter Haven, Florida, 1984

Elizabeth Ellen

“You don’t want to be a lesbian,” she said. “Trust me. It’s a tough life.”

March 28, 2024 | Fiction

I spent the day thinking of Elias

Maxfield Francis Goldman

I could hear the cheering of the crowd, their silent plastic mouths were happy; I could taste the dirt kicked up by the elephants, smell the liquid butter sediment of cheap popcorn.

March 28, 2024 | Fiction

I spent the day thinking of Elias

Maxfield Francis Goldman

I could hear the cheering of the crowd, their silent plastic mouths were happy; I could taste the dirt kicked up by the elephants, smell the liquid butter sediment of cheap popcorn.

March 27, 2024 | Fiction

Tony Big Mouth

Steve Anwyll

Now is the time to pass down his knowledge before it’s lost in a jail cell, or beyond the reaches of death.

March 27, 2024 | Fiction

Tony Big Mouth

Steve Anwyll

Now is the time to pass down his knowledge before it’s lost in a jail cell, or beyond the reaches of death.

March 26, 2024 | Fiction

Gluten-free Date Night

Meghan Proulx 

“Are you looking under Entrees?” I asked.

He whipped his menu around. “No, it's in the Nibbles section. See where it says C-section shrimp, amid a local microgreen slurry?”

“Yes.”

March 26, 2024 | Fiction

Gluten-free Date Night

Meghan Proulx 

“Are you looking under Entrees?” I asked.

He whipped his menu around. “No, it's in the Nibbles section. See where it says C-section shrimp, amid a local microgreen slurry?”

“Yes.”

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Let’s do this thing called life

Riley Quinn Scott

I’m my mother’s best friend. I fear she is my only friend. My mother and I live alone together in the San Fernando Valley. We used to own two cats, both male, but they pissed the bed, my bed, so I

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Margot and Joey

Callie Zucker

Everyone knew that they weren’t supposed to blame Margot for Joey’s suicide, but they couldn’t help themselves. It’s human nature to place the blame, sort out cause and effect. See a bullet wound,

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Let’s do this thing called life

Riley Quinn Scott

I’m my mother’s best friend. I fear she is my only friend. My mother and I live alone together in the San Fernando Valley. We used to own two cats, both male, but they pissed the bed, my bed, so I

March 20, 2024 | Fiction

Margot and Joey

Callie Zucker

Everyone knew that they weren’t supposed to blame Margot for Joey’s suicide, but they couldn’t help themselves. It’s human nature to place the blame, sort out cause and effect. See a bullet wound,

March 13, 2024 | Fiction

Cinderella in Flames

René Bennett

I feel like God with dyspepsia. My soul is vibrating at ultra-high frequency. I want to leave my body. I want to throw up.

There’s makeup running down my face with sweat, but it somehow feels apt.

March 13, 2024 | Fiction

Cinderella in Flames

René Bennett

I feel like God with dyspepsia. My soul is vibrating at ultra-high frequency. I want to leave my body. I want to throw up.

There’s makeup running down my face with sweat, but it somehow feels apt.

March 11, 2024 | Fiction

Little Boy Road

Sarah Fonseca

Josephine Aycock’s boy, Jeremiah, was due to start middle school that autumn. In the sun-soaked months spanning summer break, she found herself praying for the thirteen year-old more than usual. He

March 11, 2024 | Fiction

Little Boy Road

Sarah Fonseca

Josephine Aycock’s boy, Jeremiah, was due to start middle school that autumn. In the sun-soaked months spanning summer break, she found herself praying for the thirteen year-old more than usual. He

March 5, 2024 | Fiction

Percocet Helps

David Simmons

Crush ten pills into a fine powder, then stir thoroughly in a glass of warm water. Put the glass in the freezer and let sit for twenty minutes. At this point, the mixture will have separated.

March 5, 2024 | Fiction

Percocet Helps

David Simmons

Crush ten pills into a fine powder, then stir thoroughly in a glass of warm water. Put the glass in the freezer and let sit for twenty minutes. At this point, the mixture will have separated.

February 29, 2024 | Fiction

Matt and Marie get high, get back together

Will Mountain Cox

They all knew the drugs. But they hadn’t seen each other in years. The drugs were doing well. The drugs were doing fine. The drugs were good. The drugs were good to run into again. The drugs were taller, maybe? Or, stronger?

February 29, 2024 | Fiction

Matt and Marie get high, get back together

Will Mountain Cox

They all knew the drugs. But they hadn’t seen each other in years. The drugs were doing well. The drugs were doing fine. The drugs were good. The drugs were good to run into again. The drugs were taller, maybe? Or, stronger?

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