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August 9, 2023 | Fiction

The Invitation

Chris R. Morgan

Walking through the dense forestry of unrefrigerated 24- and 30-packs, Pete was in search of something that would stand out from the rest.

August 9, 2023 | Fiction

Freight Train

Naveen Rajan

He looks at me a little like how the alley cats look at the mice behind the house, but I don’t mind.

August 9, 2023 | Fiction

The Invitation

Chris R. Morgan

Walking through the dense forestry of unrefrigerated 24- and 30-packs, Pete was in search of something that would stand out from the rest.

August 9, 2023 | Fiction

Freight Train

Naveen Rajan

He looks at me a little like how the alley cats look at the mice behind the house, but I don’t mind.

August 7, 2023 | Fiction

Familiar Angel

Shanti Escalante De Mattei

When the angel came I was young.

August 7, 2023 | Fiction

Familiar Angel

Shanti Escalante De Mattei

When the angel came I was young.

August 3, 2023 | Fiction

Touched

Devin Jacobsen

He had lost his virginity to nothing less than the beast of the swamp.

August 3, 2023 | Fiction

Touched

Devin Jacobsen

He had lost his virginity to nothing less than the beast of the swamp.

July 19, 2023 | Fiction

Fat Girls

Shannon Waite

I’m not fat exactly, not fat like an orangutan or avocado, but I’m also not thin. Not thin  like those women on commercials, with bodies like Coke bottles – all dipped and smooth, tastin’  somethin’ like cherry. I’m lumpy like expired cottage cheese.

July 19, 2023 | Fiction

American Made

Anthony Gedell

The great neon calamity of his own life exhausts him.

 

July 19, 2023 | Fiction

Fat Girls

Shannon Waite

I’m not fat exactly, not fat like an orangutan or avocado, but I’m also not thin. Not thin  like those women on commercials, with bodies like Coke bottles – all dipped and smooth, tastin’  somethin’ like cherry. I’m lumpy like expired cottage cheese.

July 19, 2023 | Fiction

American Made

Anthony Gedell

The great neon calamity of his own life exhausts him.

 

July 17, 2023 | Fiction

Parking Lots

Seth Gannon

The currency of self-loathing is everything you’ve ever said.

July 17, 2023 | Fiction

Parking Lots

Seth Gannon

The currency of self-loathing is everything you’ve ever said.

July 14, 2023 | Fiction

Taste of Cherry

Joshua Vigil

Did you know emus have two sets of eyelids? One for blinking, one for dust.

July 14, 2023 | Fiction

Taste of Cherry

Joshua Vigil

Did you know emus have two sets of eyelids? One for blinking, one for dust.

July 13, 2023 | Fiction

I Wanted To Be The Dog

Nicole Sellew

Everything’s fuzzing in every direction, the flowers and the water and the stars, and the pizza is impossibly good.

July 13, 2023 | Fiction

I Wanted To Be The Dog

Nicole Sellew

Everything’s fuzzing in every direction, the flowers and the water and the stars, and the pizza is impossibly good.

July 12, 2023 | Fiction

No Such Thing As Florida

Franklin Schneider

Everything would be fine, sort of, if she could close this deal.

July 12, 2023 | Fiction

No Such Thing As Florida

Franklin Schneider

Everything would be fine, sort of, if she could close this deal.

July 10, 2023 | Fiction

Among the Visigoths

David Nutt

There is a strength of purpose, I suppose, a fortitude and integrity, in simply admitting yourself to be a malevolent presence skulking the dingy alleyways of your own life.

July 10, 2023 | Fiction

Among the Visigoths

David Nutt

There is a strength of purpose, I suppose, a fortitude and integrity, in simply admitting yourself to be a malevolent presence skulking the dingy alleyways of your own life.

July 6, 2023 | Fiction

Sami

Ramou Sarr

Most of the conversations were boring. Too many back and forths with men she either found only mild to medium attractive or so peculiarly hot that they must be bots. Too many men relating her skin color to some sort of food item.

July 6, 2023 | Fiction

Sami

Ramou Sarr

Most of the conversations were boring. Too many back and forths with men she either found only mild to medium attractive or so peculiarly hot that they must be bots. Too many men relating her skin color to some sort of food item.

July 5, 2023 | Fiction

Train Station, Car Ride

Jake McCabe

He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.

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