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February 1, 2009 | Fiction

Choose One

Blythe Winslow

At some point, the people in their thirties and forties decided to go one of two ways: dog fighting, or dog grooming. It was a simple... more

Ripped photo
February 1, 2009 | Fiction


Brandi Wells

On the way home, Jill pulls through Dairy Queen and orders a burger and a butterscotch sundae. Her boyfriend orders the same thing, three... more

Two Stories photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Two Stories

Grace Andreacchi

Shopping I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was morning, the light was pale and fine, he was messing about, making something... more

Island Escape photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Island Escape

Paul Silverman

In less than an hour, the ferry was at half-speed, the wind had died and the magnificent flora of Cane Island was in full view. They... more

On the Oregon Trail photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

On the Oregon Trail

Caitlin Horrocks

Elias was a banker, so we left with more than most. $1,600 to spend at the outfitters—three yoke of oxen, 2000 pounds of... more

Three Stories photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Three Stories

Kirstin Chen

Meine Liebe It got to where I couldn't stop talking about him, though our relationship had to be secret — there was... more

Three Stories photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Three Stories

Edward Mullany

In God's Country Camping in the northern part of the state, two guys and a girl woke to the sound of what they thought... more

Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps

Kyle Minor

The boy mastered the alphabet, but the other boys were playing soccer. The boy mastered... more

Jesus Or Happy Birthday photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Jesus Or Happy Birthday

Molly Gaudry

It's Christmas Eve, our birthday's less than an hour away, and, per Tannen family tradition, it's Davie's... more

Hunters photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction


Eugene Cross

The winter I turned twenty-seven, I followed a woman who said she might love me to a small town in Northwest Pennsylvania, a go-between... more

Jivil photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


Zdravka Evtimova

He could not look at the dog's eyes, light brown, like the sky before it started to rain. "Come on," Vassil said. The dog slowly... more

Signs and Wonders photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction

Signs and Wonders

Sara O'Leary

1. The sign is taped to a post and weathered and tattered as it is, it would be easy to believe that it has been there for... more

Disappointments photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


V. Ulea

Conversation She had nine faces already, and each time she began to talk a new one was added. "How does she manage to do... more

Unpreparing photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


Lindsay Hunter

My boyfriend and I have sex and when we're finished he holds me close and whispers into my ear, I just date-raped you. What do you... more

My Store photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction

My Store

Ravi Mangla

I bought a storefront in town, a Walgreen's that kicked the bucket some months back. The townspeople speculated on what I'd turn it... more

Blank Spaces photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Blank Spaces

David Valin

In a walk-in closet, my father's ties were exactly six centimeters apart on wooden dowels. I gently touched the gaps between his... more

Belly photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction


Glen Pourciau

We'd just eaten a steak dinner. I'd handled the salad and the baked potatoes, my husband had grilled the steaks. Bottle of wine on the... more

Bowling Alley photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Bowling Alley

Jill Widner

Sumatra, Indonesia, 1963 The hibiscus hedge is the boundary line the girl is not supposed to cross. Sometimes, for something to... more

Mind and Body photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Mind and Body

Ed Meek

Those days I believed in Body over Mind. I believed Mind followed Body because I knew matter could think. I was a cook in this little... more

They Whisper photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

They Whisper

Tai Dong Huai

They think I don't hear their whispers, but I do. Even with a bathroom between our bedrooms, all I have to do is put my ear to the... more

Colossal Crimson Crop photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

Colossal Crimson Crop

Gabe Durham

I met her on the corner of a street and an avenue. "We didn't fix anything," she told me. She was no-nonsense, a... more

The Hook photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

The Hook

Brian Foley

A man had many things hanging off of his body. There were two arms, two legs, a hose. Mostly though there were a number of barbed hooks,... more

You, Too photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

You, Too

A. Papatya Bucak

It reminds me of the swimming pool game when I was a child, eyes closed, calling, and the others answering as I struggled, not knowing how... more

A Little Bit Orphaned photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

A Little Bit Orphaned

J.M. Patrick

My mother is in every room of her house. The kitchen keeps her fingerprints in the flour jar, her lipstick stains on the wine... more

Four Stories photo
July 1, 2008 | Fiction

Four Stories

Paula Bomer

Sex and Kindness Rachel left Mac and walked down the dirt road next to the river. She was leaving him for good. A truck drove... more

Recent Books


Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

a set of linked stories with some of the same characters from Person/a and a lot of new ones and the world is the same but different from the world in Person/a and the stories take place in a year absent from Person/a. if that makes sense. contains the Pushcart Prize winning story "Teen Culture" from American Short Fiction, if that's something that moves you to buy books. <3


Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!



Elizabeth Ellen

"Ellen’s gigantic, circular novel leaves everything on the page. It’s one of the most thoughtful and creative books I’ve read in a long time."
—Chicago Review of Books, "The Best Books of 2017 (So Far)"

"PERSON/A is a fresh take on familiar feelings of loss and obsession. The novel feels like half autobiography, half fiction, and both halves will leave readers stunned."
—The Los Angeles Review