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Three Fictions
Shannon McLeod
I sent a text to my father, telling him I saw three coyotes. My father is an admirer of the natural world. I sent another text about a nearby house that had been abandoned. I'd noticed the word “SATAN” scrawled across the front door with blue paint that morning.
Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to Death
Sam Price
Ted had started the holidays in Aspen. Well, in the jail in Aspen, awaiting trial for a murder he’d committed in Snowmass.
Fear Of Biting Apples
Larry Silberfein
In the dark we weren’t afraid to show our ugly selves. We admitted we loathed giving up our seats to old people and the pregnant. Don’t you just hate reading? We both said at the same time.
This Mens Room Is Not For Everyone
J.L. Montavon
We left after midnight. We entered the forest, dark and green all around us, hundreds of miles deep. Woven together in the little cocoon of our car, our world was as large as the headlight beams in the dark forest.
Beam of Light
Brian Allen Carr
For four days in 1997 I was a beam of light. Fuck off if you don’t believe me: I lit shit up. Daniel Ladinsky says Hafiz says, “The oil in the lamp the sun burns come from forests you once were, from rich deposits you left [behind],” but he was probably speaking metaphorically.
Boys Everybody Wants
Anthony Casella
They aren’t the most attractive boys at school—not smarter or more stylish and certainly no more articulate. Their appeal is a mystery to anyone who isn’t under their spell.
Incompatible With Life
Amanda Miska
The problem was I’d forgotten about the change in altitude. The grief counselor had suggested a getaway, so I fled the Alleghenies for the Rockies and the guest bedroom of my best college friend on a quiet block in Denver.
Tribulation
Steve Trumpeter
I believe it now—I’d be a fool not to—but that doesn’t mean I agree with it.
The Card Game
Sarah Viren
It was a franchise, the Prez thing, but one as secret as the mob.
Girls Love Circles
Kenta Maniwa
The blonde girl I liked made a scooping motion with her hands while saying things like ‘it’s not even that late’ and ‘come on, come on’ and ‘it’ll be soooo much fun’ and ‘let’s go you fucking piece of shit.’
Only The Real Crazies Paint
Elizabeth Green
My friend takes caffeine pills between classes and shakes in the bathroom, on the floor under the sinks.
Did You Hear That?
Benjamin Woodard
Okay, so there’s that sound again, and you know it isn’t Tommy or Lindsey trying to scare you, because they’ve been asleep for over an hour and you’re certain the sound is coming from the basement
Disappearing
Emily Flouton
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time playing Candy Crush Saga on the old iPhone Jan gave me while watching TV.
Gifted and Talented
Alice Kaltman
Nell did not consider herself a thief. All sixteen lovely pups were better off in her care. She kept them in a large house with a sprawling yard, surrounded by a sturdy fence.
Something You Love
Shelby Hinte
The items on the list had come to her at random as she washed a dish or plucked a hair from her chin or put gas in the car.
Oaxaca Smack and Space Gladiators
Jackson Bliss
Even his sacred biosphere (of anime, video games, Oedipal and teen porn, poststructuralist psychobabble, and grad school fellowships) can’t save him from the critical intervention of the collapsing world.
Fun Person
Deirdre Coyle
He removed a wad of fabric from under the bed, pulling on boxers and an Anthrax t-shirt. I winced at the Anthrax logo—I knew better than to fuck guys into thrash metal—too late now.
Smoothie Guru
Erin McIntosh
I wondered what my mother would say about the gun, and then I wondered it out loud. M gave me a look I was too worn out to interpret.
Dreamcrasher
Agustín Lopez
I had never considered practicing polyamory, so when my girlfriend suggested it to me, I didn’t know what to say.
Only Sunshine
Becky Mandelbaum
Her parents, Mary and Don, were overcome first by grief and then by caution: they purchased fire extinguishers and flame retardant blankets, put the fire department on speed dial and plugged the holes in the nursery wall with corks, so that the angry neighbors could not look in and make a spectacle of their only child. Julia was their everything
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