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Darling Monsters
wrath of persephone
So what if I can’t cook? I can clean a crime scene then let you hate-fuck me after.
dirty work
El Musgrave
I keep trying not to say, I think about you all the time, I want to come for you, and I hang up without saying it, and then I call you later from my bed and I end up saying it all anyway.
Street Blues
R.A. Gallagher
Swallowing those pills at night was now like playing Russian roulette; the blues were, for the first time in many years, the leading cause of drug deaths in Scotland, overtaking even heroin.
Sitting Poolside in Outer Space
Joshua Vigil
Between long sucks of her Newport, Jessalyn told me she was still so angry at her best friend for missing her wedding that she’d mailed her a box of crickets.
Crickets? I said.
Dead crickets.
The Way I Am
Sona Lea Dombourian
My mother always says it was my father’s fault I couldn’t get along with anyone.
Various Collisions: A biography of Sir Tom Jones, as found in Over the Top and Back: The Autobiography by Tom Jones
Jake Bartman
Pontypridd
When I was born, they thought I was dead. My grandmother, who could neither read nor write, plunged me into a tub of cold water. I got started after that.
My father was a coal miner
Listening to George Jones
Travis Vick
A tired black horse lies down in a field, and doesn’t get up again.
1-800-Celestial-Help
Pascalle Dugay
It wasn’t nice to call her eyes empty, Sondy supposed. Guileless, most people would say. Furtive, is probably what they’d call Sondy’s eyes.
Deadhead Driver
Sheridan Wilbur
Your Uber arrives and now you remember you’re not wearing any underwear.
The Pretenders
Michael Robert Liska
“Girls like porn too,” she said. “Don’t be sexist.”
My David Cronenberg Season
Adelaide Faith
I go into parties wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt that says Bonjour on the front and Au
Revoir on the back, eating candy cigarettes.
Dopamine Somersault Blackout
Ray Downs
That comment got 55 upvotes. I downvoted it. I don’t have friends anymore
Baby Birds
Miriam Gordis
Getting chemical poisoning together seemed romantic, the closest you could come to being entombed, Pompeii-style, in each other’s arms.
Take Me to Your Gravel World
Frances Schnepff
all these changes in my life were made without my consent
You Belong with Me
Nicola Maye Goldberg
This place looks haunted as shit.
Three Days 'til Christmas in the Kmart off Hoffmeyer Road
md wheatley
You touch everything you see. You want everything you touch.
What If We Did Something Amazing
Robert McCready
Uncle Dale says, “We’re lucky that none of us can fly.”
Patient One
Meg Tuite
The human race was absurd and overwrought. Men were feeble-minded narcissists and women, acoustic blowhorns with an endless flurry of wind.
The Valley (a void)
Vanessa Roveto
Against cloudless skies, any of the available disorders are at your disposal.
Spree Skazz
Peppy Ooze
I said to Martin Amis once, told him Augie March is a jazz beat novel and he said his son reckons that
Offer of Employment
Steve Gergley
Now she wore a menacing permutation of the cheerful, customer-service smile he had seen her display earlier.
Stations of the Cross
Philip Traylen
and what’s the point, really, of casual sex, except to melt the ghosts off someone’s face
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!