6 Fictions
Mel Bosworth & Ryan Ridge
Recovery
After draining the toilet I put everything in the toilet. I drank a bottle of cough syrup and went outside. The cat spoke to birds. The birds spoke to bees. The bees spoke to me. They
Recovery
After draining the toilet I put everything in the toilet. I drank a bottle of cough syrup and went outside. The cat spoke to birds. The birds spoke to bees. The bees spoke to me. They
Did you eat?
Yes.
There’s carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.
Oh, good. I’ll have some later.
And walnuts.
Good.
How was work?
A man in Oklahoma was googling ‘carbon
Luis was walking home from work one evening when a man stepped in front of him, blocking his way on the sidewalk.
The man was dressed in a black coat and he was wearing a tan hat.
“I have
The afternoon we chose the new chief of Cyclops Island, we stood in a circle at the top of the isle’s highest peak, heads drooping, as we squinted and sweated in the sun. The chief had positioned
Gene is fluent in Klingon, comfortable even with the tricky irregular conjugations of the stative verbs
Roxana and Robert are in therapy because they argue: about the baby, about the laundry, about therapy, and about therapy, too.
Can you teach an eighteen-year-old trauma?
Pretty girls appeared from behind huge wooden poles below the boardwalk.
It’s an uphill battle to transition to a lifestyle of blunt objects.
One night your boyfriend sleepwalks to the kitchen and brings a handful of M&Ms back to bed. You wake to bleary chocolate splotches on the sheets. You’re annoyed because they’re your nicest
Spring was flipper-fitting season for young Olympic hopefuls like Jeannie. Although it was only March, Jeannie already had her gill implants; Dr. Rickman, a leading expert in the field of
Peter first met (well, you know. "Met.") Leona when he was five years old. It would be thirty years before he would spend every austral summer counting penguins on a tiny field station in
Antarctica wants you dead.
The research scientists bundle you up in outside-resistant clothing and put you outside the insulated walls of the research station. Your feet sink into the dry white
She had different stories for different people.
“Lost it in a hunting accident.”
“Shot off in the war.”
“Born without it.”
“Bandsaw.”
“Woodchipper.”
“Gangrene.”
Each
“I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.”
-- Anton Chekhov
“When I dance, the stage shakes with my weight.
Betty crossed her yard and our street and my yard holding a bundle of mail.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”
—Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD