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June 13, 2014 | Fiction

This Is What That Means 

Maggie Donohue

I snapped back into it at the bar. I’d been there the whole time, of course, but I hadn’t really acknowledged it, and I took in the room and the situation like crawling out of a ditch. Billy was

June 11, 2014 | Fiction

3 Fictions

Erica Stern

The Day Shirley Temple Died

I remembered I was a bad mother. I called up my son, a bellboy in a fancy Las Vegas hotel, I wanted to apologize, patch things up. Redemption is a thing I believe

June 3, 2014 | Fiction

Fracture

Elise Matthews

 We believed something together, and when we believed it, it was true. Nothing else more true.

May 28, 2014 | Fiction

A Beautiful Woman of the World

R. Dale Smith

I sat in my chair and stared at her. 

May 22, 2014 | Fiction

To the Man with the Synthesized Voice

Rebecca Givens Rolland

It was obvious to me that you needed to talk, and I was there to listen and record.

May 15, 2014 | Fiction

Feral

Christopher Moyer

1.

In the middle of our city are the woods, which are full of animals.

Kara asks: “How much further, Marcus? Do you remember?”

"Quiet."

I don't remember. The woods get bigger each

May 9, 2014 | Fiction

DAVID BOWIE BUILDS THE HOUSE ON LITTLE TONSHI MOUNTAIN -- annotated

Simon Jacobs

Architecturally, it is almost an exact replica of the Indonesian-style villa he had constructed on the Caribbean island of Mustique in the late 80s; the original, with its layered streams and koi

May 7, 2014 | Fiction

Feeling Good Is Believing Badly

Sam Nam

The posse gutted your daddy’s cattle and made your little sister gasp until she made no sounds at all.  They lit cigars off the flames of your mother’s head and tied your daddy’s neck to a horse. 

April 30, 2014 | Fiction

You Think You Can Stop Me

Dennis Scott Herbert

You Think You Can Stop Me??

You can’t stop me. 

So they don’t let me bring my cooler no more, big deal.  I’ll go to my truck.  Cold beers in my truck, my personal space.  Right there in the

April 25, 2014 | Fiction

An Excerpt from Unchecked Privileges, or I've Got To Sing a Torch Song 

Michael Sajdak & Gucci Lean

I'm giving up cold turkey for lent.

 


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The shuffling of their feet wakes you ask they sneak into your stable at night. These are the biker boys, the popular boys in

April 24, 2014 | Fiction

Veteran Broadcaster Art Luce Signs Off

Matt Izzi

Two outs to go in the season, eight-nothing Huskies, it’s been a swinging party and nobody invited the Mats. Now Mould’s on the mound to close it out, he’s just been unhittable all year. A lot of

April 23, 2014 | Fiction

Depth of Field

Sarah Malone

François was working on a baseball campaign, the design and effects for it, two thirty second spots and a sixty, and fifteens cut down from the thirties. The director and his producer, on the couch

March 6, 2014 | Fiction

The Rumor Was

Kara Vernor

Three people had died on the rollercoaster, each decapitated by a wooden plank. He told her this as the lap bar lowered over them and locked. “Their ghosts haunt the tunnel,” he said, and the

March 3, 2014 | Fiction

Listen

Douglas Light

A trashbag-blue tattoo of a spider stained her left big toe. D-O-O-M read the tops of her other four toes. She had a taste for chicken nuggets and cocaine and never showed initiative. “Assessory”

February 26, 2014 | Fiction

Vengeful Ghosts

Natalie Edwards

Recently I came across a paper I wrote in college at the prestigious University of Florida in 1999 about vengeful ghosts.

February 24, 2014 | Fiction

Settling

Jill Summers

They all felt it when the house moved, but only Mae made a sound, something small and guttural, something involuntary and low.

February 21, 2014 | Fiction

Bones in the Belly

Candra Kolodziej

The air in the bedroom sags with mist that won’t touch anything. It hangs around the built-in bed, and stationary lamp, and my sisters and Ma. I can’t be in there. The noises are terrible, and the haze smells like evergreens. It makes me homesick.

February 19, 2014 | Fiction

The Good Book

Cynthia Larsen

Mother is sitting in the kitchen with the Bible and a fresh stack of paper. A cigarette smokes in the ashtray and the sink is full of dishes. “It’s not what you think,” I whisper to the boy I have brought home. Later I will suck his thoughts dry. 

February 17, 2014 | Fiction

Three Stories

C.A. Kaufman

Family Album, Romance and Circumstantial Evidence

February 13, 2014 | Fiction

The Investigators

Willie Fitzgerald

Inside the restaurant two beams of sunlight hit Spencer’s table at seemingly impossible angles. They meet on his butter dish, which has a single olive pit in it. It seems like outside the sun could be doubled.

February 11, 2014 | Fiction

The Aquarist

Jacques Debrot

It’s not unheard of now for people to be replaced by look-alikes.  Troubled people, mostly.  Unhappy people.  

February 7, 2014 | Fiction

THE BIRTH CHAPTER

Scott McClanahan

I have stolen this prayer from my friend Giancarlo Ditrapano.  

February 5, 2014 | Fiction

Appraisals

Robert Long Foreman

I went to the Antiques Roadshow with my mother’s green marble frog in the inside pocket of the jacket of the black suit I wore to her funeral that morning. I had taken the frog from her house. I wanted to know what it was worth. 

January 30, 2014 | Fiction

The Chair

Oliver Zarandi

Somebody has replaced my chair with a child. It was a beautiful chair. A rocking chair fashioned by my father.

It makes no sense.

Though, of course, one mustn’t give credence to anything in

January 28, 2014 | Fiction

A Very Tiny Bowl of Frosted Flakes

Lindsey Gates-Markel

My girlfriend moved out. She gave me back the lease the next day. “I’m not sorry,” she said, but she agreed to stay for afternoon coffee. We sat by the window. The coffeepot gurgled.

“I want a

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