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January 14, 2015 | Fiction

The Zebulons

Brett Beach

Our town’s ordinance—passed in 1862—named the first-born son of each family Zebulon.

January 12, 2015 | Fiction

Zombie Ant Fungus

Joshua Shaw

My ex, Mark, calls me at two in the morning to tell me he’s figured out what’s causing his problems.

January 6, 2015 | Fiction

Inutile

Greg Mulcahy

When one didn’t work, turned to another one. Turned to one who could be spun.

Turned and spun.

That the language of business.

What other language would he—would any of

December 29, 2014 | Fiction

Donkey

Melissa Yancy

Thank you for agreeing to serve as my culture champion. I appreciate you.

December 24, 2014 | Fiction

To Fall is to Serve the Public Good

Shane Hunt

Defenestrated again. On the way down I regret that it isn’t raining.

December 17, 2014 | Fiction

Brass on Oak; Oak on Marble; Marble on Glass; Glass on Steel

Andrew Brininstool

Ed's note: This story originally ran on Hobart in 2010. In celebration of the upcoming publication of Andrew Brininstool's book, Crude Sketches Done in Quick Succession, in which this story

December 16, 2014 | Fiction

No Room for Discontent

Olga Zilberbourg

Four decades after breaking off our high school romance, we found each other again, I, Phillip, twenty-five years into my second marriage, and I, Lily, divorced.

December 11, 2014 | Fiction

Outcasts

Danny Lorberbaum

Toby was blind. He was different. We left him alone.

 

December 9, 2014 | Fiction

Not This Town

Tina V. Cabrera

The fact that it happened at the town's polar bear research station is irrelevant. A polar bear didn't kill the child.

December 5, 2014 | Fiction

The Painter's Delay

Matt Bell

The parents were not without greed, and so the younger painted, and as she painted the painting changed. 

December 2, 2014 | Fiction

Dead Poet, No Fun

Caitlin Barasch

On the night I left your apartment, my phone died.

November 27, 2014 | Fiction

Taco Kit

Claudia Cadavid

“I’m helping you get in touch with your heritage,” Susana said to Tom, foisting the grocery bag onto the counter.  She pulled the tub of sour cream out, along with a ziploc bag of cheddar cheese

November 25, 2014 | Fiction

The God of the Living Room

Paul Luikart

I’m in Tom's apartment staring at the big deer head he has hanging on the wall of his living room. Tom has a small place and the deer head looks enormous. Some kind of giant, mutant deer, like it's

November 25, 2014 | Fiction

What I Could Buy

Leslie Pietrzyk

What I could buy with the insurance money they gave me when you died:

One Ferrari, red or black, assuming V-8 instead of V-12, assuming premium gas, assuming insurance, assuming no major

November 20, 2014 | Fiction

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

Andrew M. Howard

She asks me to tell her a story. Almost every night she can’t sleep. I’m no storyteller, I’ll say, and at first I would start off with robots and fantastic bears, trying to make my own Where the

November 19, 2014 | Fiction

Grand Army of the Republic Highway

Jacob White

I am driving through the hill country when I spot up ahead, in the dip between two hills, this young buck with his thumb out, sleeveless, flaunting the white underside of a supple tanned bicep

November 18, 2014 | Fiction

Him or His Brother

Anna Lea Jancewicz

I was wearing white lipstick when I pressed a kiss onto the dirty window in the back corner of his mother’s garage, pasting spider silk and bone-colored dust to the glass. I left that mark to be

November 13, 2014 | Fiction

Food Memories

Sara McGrath

The girl you spent a whole summer watching Beverly Hills 90210 and eating McDonald’s lunches with ran up behind you, taking hold of your backpack.

November 13, 2014 | Fiction

Somewhere Between Now and the Zucchini

Warren Buchanan

I ran into myself at the grocery store the other day. The store had just run out of Cookie Crisp cereal. The worst part was that I'd gone to the store specifically to get the cereal, along with

November 11, 2014 | Fiction

Animals

Joe Lucido

Another dry day, so I build my wall—cinderblocks delivered to my driveway— and another house for sale sign comes down and the new neighbors, like the old, watch as I build a cinderblock wall around

November 11, 2014 | Fiction

Leftovers

Lauren Vevers

I start working in the bakery because I think of it as romantic. I count each sugared donut while composing hypothetical letters to past lovers – half-invented, half-remembered.

Last night was

November 6, 2014 | Fiction

Cowboys Don't Eat Their Horses

Steven W. McCarty

Before I was fired from Pinnacle Heating & Air, my boss had me drive to Limon to pick up the most expensive heat pump on the market at his other store.  I almost felt bad for the guy he was

November 4, 2014 | Fiction

Hold On

Steve Karas

Ethan’s virtual shrink said this would be good for him. It’s his first time in a human touch center, even though they’ve been popping up across America since the late 2030s. A place to feel

November 3, 2014 | Fiction

Plotlines from TV’s The Sopranos Re-Interpreted by Lydia Davis

Christian Hayden

The Mortadella

Sometimes when my husband and I argue he eats mortadella from the refrigerator.  Other times he does not.

 

Rubenesque

There is a term for women of my wife’s size, a

October 31, 2014 | Fiction

Ghost

Kevin Maloney

Two days before Halloween I caught my wife having sex with my best friend Dave in a position we’d never tried in seven years of marriage. She had a good explanation—she didn’t love me anymore. I

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