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Lawrence Frank Team Evaluation: Philadelphia 76ers photo
December 27, 2013 | Fiction

Lawrence Frank Team Evaluation: Philadelphia 76ers

Dave Housley

In December 2013, Brooklyn Nets Assistant Coach Lawrence Frank was "reassigned" by first year Head<a class="more" href="/web_features/lawrence-frank-team-evaluation-philadelphia-76ers">... more</a>

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December 25, 2013 | Fiction

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Ryan Bradford

Sometime during the last two hours, Clark Griswold has stopped feeling cold. He claws at the frozen ground, vaguely aware<a class="more" href="/web_features/xxxmasxxxvacation666">... more</a>

Santa Claus Goes Hunting in the Off-Season photo
December 24, 2013 | Fiction

Santa Claus Goes Hunting in the Off-Season

Eric Barnes

Across the street, I see a large, jolly-looking man with a white beard and white hair leaving the house of our friends, David and Shelby. The man is wearing camouflage – the jacket, hat and hip waders of a duck hunter.

The Pool photo
December 19, 2013 | Fiction

The Pool

David Englander

At nearly two in the morning, in the room across the hall from where his wife slept, Geoff Devine was awake, gazing down at the above ground pool in the backyard. Though he couldn’t see it, he knew that within the giant wooden drum, the murky water reflected the light of the moon. 

7-Eleven photo
December 18, 2013 | Fiction

7-Eleven

Anthony Varallo

When I was fourteen my mother moved into an apartment across town with my principal, Mr. Lorenzo, who was rumored to keep a pistol strapped<a class="more" href="/web_features/7-eleven">... more</a>

Free Advice and Fortunes Told photo
December 16, 2013 | Fiction

Free Advice and Fortunes Told

Bonnie Nadzam

In jest you call for your horse, but there is no horse. It’s a bright lettuce-green morning, birds piping overhead. You are on foot, and follow the derelict tracks out of town past the Shell Station.  You step off the road and onto a furry plain of high golden weeds and yellow dross. This is strange. 

St. Rudolph photo
December 13, 2013 | Fiction

St. Rudolph

Kevin Maloney

It only glows if I believe in God. Of course, the Fat Man doesn’t know that. Once an hour he comes into the barn waving his short black<a class="more" href="/web_features/st-rudolph">... more</a>

The Pincher photo
December 12, 2013 | Fiction

The Pincher

Ryan Ries

Lyle worked the night shift in a millwork factory, manning a machine nicknamed the Pincher.  Everyone hated the Pincher.  On the day shift they kept going through operators.  Before Lyle, the longest anyone else had lasted on the Pincher was two years.  At least that was how the story went.  Lyle hated the Pincher too, but he’d learned to live with it.  He’d been there nine years and would be there another nine if they let him.  By then he’d have enough saved up for a nice house, one with stairs and a workbench and actual carpeting. 

 
100K and Device photo
December 10, 2013 | Fiction

100K and Device

Cecilia Stelzer

100k He said that he got a letter from a used car dealership that said that he either won 100k or a grill. He said he knew it<a class="more" href="/web_features/100k-and-device">... more</a>

Two Queens Walk Out of a Bar photo
December 5, 2013 | Fiction

Two Queens Walk Out of a Bar

Jacob Guajardo

Two queens walk out of a bar and light a cigarette, me and Lucy Littlefist. Lucy says this. She says, “In a relationship,” she traces quotation marks in the air around the word, “one of you always loves the other more.” And she’s right. She secures her wig with another bobby pin, pulls at her sequined dress. 

The Touch photo
December 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Touch

Allegra Hyde

“Everything I touch,” he said, twirling his fork in a plate of linguini, “turns to mold.” 

Imperfect Homes photo
December 2, 2013 | Fiction

Imperfect Homes

André Babyn

There was once a time when my aunt and uncle had room enough to take us the odd weekends our parents were on vacation. Their house was smaller than ours and I felt haughty in it. The walls were dark and the air smelled musty. In the afternoons dust poured in the air like cigarette smoke in an old black and white movie. Going out into the sun was blinding. 

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void photo
November 29, 2013 | movie reviews, Fiction

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void

Erin Kautza

Hanging panties like cat skin, or Books of Dead and leaving in nighties. The jambs are so low. Lights on high are<a class="more" href="/web_features/gaspar-noe-rsquo-s-enter-the-void">... more</a>

Turkey photo
November 28, 2013 | Fiction

Turkey

Andrew Sullivan

Cops come and take Hannah s Dad away this morning, throw him in the back of a car and yelling and screaming at him the whole time like he done left the ice cream out all day.

Swath photo
November 26, 2013 | Fiction

Swath

Rebecca Meacham

The tornado craved fame. 

Other Animals photo
November 25, 2013 | Fiction

Other Animals

Craig Buchner

Win wasn't homeless, which set him apart from the others. But he'd hit rock-bottom, jobless and sharing enough to be one among them.<a class="more" href="/web_features/other-animals">... more</a>

Caterpillar Knuckles photo
November 20, 2013 | Fiction

Caterpillar Knuckles

Pete Stevens

We’d been running longer than my memory. Our path was never obstructed, a well-worn corridor. Parallel walls of thorn-thick foliage kept us contained. 

Blessings &amp; Spray Paint photo
November 18, 2013 | Fiction

Blessings & Spray Paint

Aleah Sterman Goldin

I like to believe it started with her grandfather’s blessing and a bottle of spray paint—even though it might not have. 

Account Of My Travels, XXVII  photo
November 13, 2013 | Fiction

Account Of My Travels, XXVII 

Matthew Baker

And in the winter I traveled by ship to a land of copper domes and cobble roads, of shops glowing beyond frosted windows, of lampposts capped with mounds of snow, where I fell in love with a girl with an abnormal face. 

Larissa Communes With the Virgin photo
November 12, 2013 | Fiction

Larissa Communes With the Virgin

Teresa Milbrodt

Because I can tell it's going to be a crappy day at work I dress up as Virgin Mary with my blue silk dress and white head scarf and lemon drop halo that got coffee spilled on it so it's a little warped, but it will do for one day of selling shoes.

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories    photo
November 6, 2013 | Fiction

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories   

Lena Bertone

When Ettore was a boy, he dreamed of puppets hovering over his bed. 

The Fucking Shitbirds photo
November 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Fucking Shitbirds

Mark Walters

What came next was one long show: broken strings, smashed microphones, guitar solos without boundaries or purpose, house parties with bands in the kitchen and bands in the attic, missing kick drum pedals, stolen snares, songs we couldn’t figure out how to end and we drifted inside them, lost within our own imaginations.

Z photo
October 30, 2013 | Fiction

Z

William VanDenBerg

Z’s phone rang. He picked it up and said hello. The person on the other end asked if he was Dr. Schlesinger. After a pause, Z said, “Yes, this is he.” 

That statement, of course, being a lie. 

Mr. Basal and the Buntings photo
October 23, 2013 | Fiction

Mr. Basal and the Buntings

JJ Lynne

“Hello ma’am. I presume you are the lady of the house. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Basal and I believe<a class="more" href="/web_features/mr-basal-and-the-buntings">... more</a>

So Much Everything photo
October 21, 2013 | Fiction

So Much Everything

Kate Nacy

White light from the television brought me here. Everything in this store is very far away from everything else in this<a class="more" href="/web_features/so-much-everything">... more</a>

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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.