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February 19, 2024 | Fiction

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.

February 16, 2024 | Fiction

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.

February 13, 2024 | Fiction

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.

February 7, 2024 | Fiction

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.

February 1, 2024 | Fiction

The Way I Am

Sona Lea Dombourian

My mother always says it was my father’s fault I couldn’t get along with anyone.

January 31, 2024 | Fiction

Various Collisions: A biography of Sir Tom Jones, as found in Over the Top and Back: The Autobiography by Tom Jones

Jake Bartman


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

January 29, 2024 | Fiction

Listening to George Jones

Travis Vick

A tired black horse lies down in a field, and doesn’t get up again.

January 25, 2024 | Fiction


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.

January 22, 2024 | Fiction

Deadhead Driver

Sheridan Wilbur

Your Uber arrives and now you remember you’re not wearing any underwear.

January 18, 2024 | Fiction

The Pretenders

Michael Robert Liska

“Girls like porn too,” she said. “Don’t be sexist.”

January 17, 2024 | Fiction

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.

January 16, 2024 | Fiction

Dopamine Somersault Blackout

Ray Downs

That comment got 55 upvotes. I downvoted it. I don’t have friends anymore

January 8, 2024 | Fiction

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.

January 5, 2024 | Fiction

Take Me to Your Gravel World

Frances Schnepff

all these changes in my life were made without my consent

December 27, 2023 | Fiction


Elizabeth Ellen

I was in an S &M relationship with myself.

December 26, 2023 | Fiction

You Belong with Me

Nicola Maye Goldberg

This place looks haunted as shit.

December 25, 2023 | Fiction

Three Days 'til Christmas in the Kmart off Hoffmeyer Road

md wheatley

You touch everything you see. You want everything you touch.

December 22, 2023 | Fiction

Safe Word

Garth Miró

It was finally my turn around Christmas time. Sure, I was just one more cock in an endless line, sneaking up to that apartment, but I was not above free pussy.

December 21, 2023 | Fiction

What If We Did Something Amazing

Robert McCready

Uncle Dale says, “We’re lucky that none of us can fly.”

December 18, 2023 | Fiction

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.

December 15, 2023 | Fiction

The Valley (a void)

Vanessa Roveto

Against cloudless skies, any of the available disorders are at your disposal.

December 13, 2023 | Fiction

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 

December 11, 2023 | Fiction

Offer of Employment

Steve Gergley

Now she wore a menacing permutation of the cheerful, customer-service smile he had seen her display earlier.

December 6, 2023 | Fiction

Stations of the Cross

Philip Traylen

and what’s the point, really, of casual sex, except to melt the ghosts off someone’s face

December 1, 2023 | Fiction

Dead Man Brilliant

K Hank Jost

There’s not a thought in the throb. Not an inkling in the coppery clatter of his mouth. There’s only the turn. Only the fist: fast, everything behind it.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…


Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!