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July 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Body

Erin Kelly Smith

She kicks him in the stomach and then runs at him, screaming, shoving him into a bookcase.

July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

July 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toilet Story

Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis

When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.

July 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toilet Story

Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis

When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.

July 4, 2022 | Fiction

The Aliens

D. L. Updike

The aliens were everywhere that summer.

July 4, 2022 | Fiction

The Aliens

D. L. Updike

The aliens were everywhere that summer.

July 1, 2022 | Fiction

No Good

Cora Lee Womble-Miesner

Every night he’d sleep next to me, grabbing my belly, my hair, my thighs like he thought I might disappear.

July 1, 2022 | Fiction

No Good

Cora Lee Womble-Miesner

Every night he’d sleep next to me, grabbing my belly, my hair, my thighs like he thought I might disappear.

June 27, 2022 | Fiction

Voland

Mike Murphy

Even at his weight, he could still get himself down to a 40 degree angle with the ice at a speed that pushed him to vapor, when you feel dilated into thin air. That is what they called it in the New England League: pushing vapor.

June 27, 2022 | Fiction

Voland

Mike Murphy

Even at his weight, he could still get himself down to a 40 degree angle with the ice at a speed that pushed him to vapor, when you feel dilated into thin air. That is what they called it in the New England League: pushing vapor.

June 22, 2022 | Fiction

Luzerne

Greg Tebbano

That summer was like a movie or waiting for a movie to start, stuffing yourself all through the previews and when the movie came it was always a rag...
 

June 22, 2022 | Fiction

Luzerne

Greg Tebbano

That summer was like a movie or waiting for a movie to start, stuffing yourself all through the previews and when the movie came it was always a rag...
 

June 20, 2022 | Fiction

Pura Vida

Harris Lahti

“To the sweet life!” Phil says.  

June 20, 2022 | Fiction

Pura Vida

Harris Lahti

“To the sweet life!” Phil says.  

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 10, 2022 | Fiction

Mirror

David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 10, 2022 | Fiction

Mirror

David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

June 3, 2022 | Fiction

I, Caravaggio

Eugenio Volpe

Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other. 

June 3, 2022 | Fiction

I, Caravaggio

Eugenio Volpe

Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other. 

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