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October 16, 2023 | Fiction

Anatomy of a Ruined Wingspan

John Madera

There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.

October 16, 2023 | Fiction

Anatomy of a Ruined Wingspan

John Madera

There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

After Women

Chloe Caldwell

I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say,  So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

Bogotá

 Kristin Sanders

Ethan had saved $100,000 for his trip. I had $8,000.

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

After Women

Chloe Caldwell

I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say,  So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’

October 4, 2023 | Fiction

Bogotá

 Kristin Sanders

Ethan had saved $100,000 for his trip. I had $8,000.

September 29, 2023 | Fiction

Escapement

Daisy Alioto

Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

September 29, 2023 | Fiction

Escapement

Daisy Alioto

Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.

September 28, 2023 | Fiction

ITCH

Camille Sauers

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

September 28, 2023 | Fiction

ITCH

Camille Sauers

I rotate my foot like a hot dog and I dare myself not to scratch. I let them land on collarbone skin, thighs, the sponge under my left eye. I’ve always been like this. I’ve always had small tits. You know what they call those.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

Sitting House

Robert Nazar Arjoyan

Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

The Branzino

Greta Schledorn

I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

Sitting House

Robert Nazar Arjoyan

Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.

September 25, 2023 | Fiction

The Branzino

Greta Schledorn

I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.

September 19, 2023 | Fiction

Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author

Derek Maine

Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.

September 19, 2023 | Fiction

Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author

Derek Maine

Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.

September 12, 2023 | Fiction

Evel Knievels

md wheatley

I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud

September 12, 2023 | Fiction

Evel Knievels

md wheatley

I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud

September 8, 2023 | Fiction

Future Present

Brad Phillips

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

September 8, 2023 | Fiction

Future Present

Brad Phillips

Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.

September 6, 2023 | Fiction

The Redhead

S.H. Woodgeard

My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.

September 6, 2023 | Fiction

The Redhead

S.H. Woodgeard

My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.

September 5, 2023 | Fiction

Headphones

Katie Frank

Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.

September 5, 2023 | Fiction

Headphones

Katie Frank

Once her parents were reliably asleep she helped herself to a long hot shower, a respite which was what she imagined drugs must be like.

September 1, 2023 | Fiction

The Olfacteur

Eric Sacks

“Must have been rich kids,” says Al. “A lot harder to make money staying anonymous.”

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