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November 6, 2013 | Fiction

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories   

Lena Bertone

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

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.

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. 

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 that I have something you’ve lost – something you’d like to get back,” he

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 store.

I pass razors and products containing ephedrine or

October 16, 2013 | Fiction

Fast

Jake Walters

Day one, just a few hours in, and the first scratches from his insides, just a little suggestion: only a nibble.  He tries to kill the animal stuck there by gulping down water, by dousing it with

October 14, 2013 | Fiction

THE REAL NEWISM

Tyler Stoddard Smith

Many young novelists have been gravitating toward a movement known as the “Real Newism.” Adherents of the Real Newism assert that effective fiction requires “experiencing events.” And today, you

October 9, 2013 | Fiction

Buckhorn Golf Course

Dolan Morgan

Buckhorn Golf Course

36 FM 473, Comfort, TX 78013

4 out of 5 stars

 

This place is a real gem. Just imagine the scene: The Buckhorn Golf Course opens up before you, revealing layer

October 7, 2013 | Fiction

from This isn't really about fishing

Tasha Coryell

When Rob sent out pictures of Sophia, innocuous prints of her at a bar or a party, he found himself getting pictures in return. These pictures he got were never family portraits or pictures with

October 2, 2013 | Fiction

Serengeti

Ben Gross

I drove to the STD Clinic. I walked in and told a woman in an office through a window slightly larger than a fast food drive-thru window my name and appointment time. She handed me a clipboard with

September 30, 2013 | Fiction

From The World Beneath the Light

Robert Kloss

You will forget by your fourth birthday these your shifting first memories—your father’s goats at their graze, their black tongues slathered across your face, the chickens prancing and clucking upon the dirt of the yard, the spare trembling grasses and the crazed droning song of the grasshoppers, their brown juices streaking the lines of your palm.

September 24, 2013 | Fiction

Caves of the Rust Belt

Joe Kapitan

Don’t believe me if you want, but the hole just appeared one night.

September 18, 2013 | Fiction

The Reproductive Behaviors of Certain Pelagic Fauna

Caitlin McGuire

In sandtiger bellies, the young eat the young. You could fit a new-hatched sandtiger pup in your hand, but you shouldn't; they are pink, squishy cartilage, knife-tip teeth, and only the first one survives, chasing siblings down uterine hallways: hide and seek to death. After eating all his brothers, the last one standing sucks yolk like CapriSun from his sharkmom's eggs. By the time the sharkmom gives birth, the pup is the size of a six year old child. 

September 17, 2013 | Fiction

It's Pity Sex for the Both of Us

John Jodzio

It’s pity sex for both of us, me and Karen and her glass eye, in a motel room off the interstate.  

September 13, 2013 | Fiction

the revolution room: station one

Allan Shapiro

It is not easy to remove a heart with a spoon from the chest of a man, nor is it clean. The spoon was purchased 48 hours earlier from the Bed, Bath & Beyond on 9th Street. The Nicole Miller Moments 5 pc Flatware Set was $24.99. The salad fork, dinner knife, dinner fork, and soup spoon were disposed of. Only the teaspoon remained.

September 5, 2013 | Fiction

Uriah

Gabe Herron

The first time my neighbor's place burned to the ground, I wasn't his neighbor, but he told me about it.  

September 2, 2013 | Fiction

Once it Hits the Air

Luke Wiget

My Spanish was always too slow to impress my father. I tried not to learn it to spite him. But  that was like not swallowing water in your mouth when there’s no place to spit it out. 

August 29, 2013 | Fiction

Vincent Peppers Explains A Conference Call

Shane Jones

Good evening. I just ate eggs. Breakfast for dinner, is what Robin called it. Is there such a thing as dinner for breakfast? I’m sure some jabony has fired-up a cheeseburger and fries at 8 a.m.,

August 28, 2013 | Fiction

The Fire

Petur HK

Let’s follow Holger home, they said, and burn his house down.

We were under the bridge. We were trolls; we were engineers. We were MacGyvering a raft for the rat we’d rescued last night. Clumps

August 26, 2013 | Fiction

Hymeneal in Many Voices (Comments on the Launch of Stacie and Kyle’s Wedding Registry)

Ivy Goodman

The value of a cash gift is on its face, and that, in some circles, is the value of the giver.  But excuse me, the value of a $130 vegetable peeler is $5.99.

Have you traveled abroad?  I’m sure

August 21, 2013 | Fiction

Storage

Colin Bailey Williams

Carnie lives among piles of porcelain and Tupperware in a storage locker near Conneaut. She lost her job at the prison and then her house was foreclosed upon. Most of the practical things she owned

August 20, 2013 | Fiction

Two Short Shorts

Trevor Dodge

EVERY DAY IS SUNDAY



I go to call her for the ribs recipe but then I think how she doesn't respond to my jokes so I go to text her instead. And what I say goes like this: you used to make

August 19, 2013 | Fiction

The Uninvited Bar Mitzvah Guest

Eleanor Levine

Stanley K owns a small radio shop on Forest Avenue in Lakewood. 

I walk in, having not seen him in 30 years. 

“Stanley!” I exclaim, “how are you?!” 

“For virtue of your smile, here!” he

August 14, 2013 | Fiction

Contact

Glen Pourciau

I don’t know why, but until I went to her door our neighbor Marie hadn’t spoken to me in more than a year.  I usually only see her in passing, but when I do she keeps her head low and doesn’t look

August 12, 2013 | Fiction

Going South

Maura Roosevelt

They must have been in Georgia already.  Mile-high pine trees loomed just above titanium light poles.  Rain was coming down at the car in a funny, sideways sheet.  Misting over the windshield.  

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