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February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Beautiful

Brandi Wells

She finds me in the backyard, behind the fence. I'm not crying because I've never been a child who cries. Instead I stare at the way the fence posts overlap, rotting, green and all worn down smooth

February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Two Stories

David William Hill

The Night Sky

Looking west over the ocean, watching the yellow crescent moon dip behind the low strip of fog off the coast. It disappeared and returned several times, as the fog bank in its

February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Puppeteers

Lydia Ship

Unfortunately, Chin fed her sock puppets too many vegetables. She didn't always feed them in front of me, but the smell of steamed broccoli and half-empty bowls of it greeted me in our dorm suite

February 1, 2010 | Fiction

Hinge

Jan Laperle

Nancy Lish was a simple woman with one simple obsession: she wanted to be a contestant on the game show Disk & Ladder. Every week she sent her postcard to the host, Peter Stimer, and at last,

January 1, 2010 | Fiction

The Turtle

Matthew Lansburgh

The man is older than the woman, but not by much. They're out for a stroll in the park, taking in the sunshine and fresh air. "Look at that," says the man, pointing at the mud. The man crouches

January 1, 2010 | Fiction

Sad, Sad, Sad

Stace Budzko

Not more than two steps in and Ali had the Sadness Museum exhibit sized up.

Her words, This exhibit is sad, sad, sad.

I tried to look on the bright side. My words, At least it's

January 1, 2010 | Fiction

Fan Fiction in the Voice of Kobe Bryant

Karl Taro Greenfeld

One of the things that most fans don't know about NBA superstars, is that we like to meet in the off season and fight to the death. So, this past Saturday, I called LeBron James while I was

December 1, 2009 | Fiction

Ride

Glen Pourciau

A few minutes till closing on a Friday, a kid still in the library, no parent with him, too cold out for him to walk home if he lives any distance away, no coat, only a thin jacket over his shirt.

December 1, 2009 | Fiction

Two Stories

Kuzhali Manickavel

The Four Steps of Standard Plastination

1. Fixation

When Lily was born, it was decided she would be the last because the family already had too many children. She was named after her

December 1, 2009 | Fiction

Graham Will Fall and Hit His Head

A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz

Graham needs to be an interesting character. Graham is a doctor. Graham is a brain surgeon. Graham is a brain surgeon who worries that one day he will be alone in his apartment, nuking leftovers,

December 1, 2009 | Fiction

Notes on a Failed Town

Trent England

It was a long time before slavery went away. The town kept their own slaves well into the Carnegie Administration, trading them and gifting the young to newlyweds. When it was outlawed, seven

December 1, 2009 | Fiction

Three Stories

Xhenet Aliu

How To Play Shit

My brothers Kimi and Mike left with their friend Carmen to steal some watermelon Now & Laters from the deli across the street from the one run by Joe. We didn't steal from

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

House Calls

Chad Simpson

The sun wasn't even fully up yet and there I was, on some stranger's roof, about to begin work for the day, when this girl, maybe four or five years old, tottered down the front steps of the house

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Secret of Healers and Monsters

Justin Hamm

All his life the boy threw knives. In his youth he threw knives only in his mind, pretended himself the central attraction of a small but famous circus troupe that traveled the dusty southwest in

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

Capture This Thing

Brian Mihok

Take it from inside you and draw it out. Do it before it decides you are not what you seem to be and, as a result, holds you up by the thumbs. You are picking up that teacup, I see you. You are

November 1, 2009 | Fiction

Fathers, Sons, Acorns, Oak Trees

Roxane Gay

In high school, dating Randall "Big Randy" Barton was a rite of passage for the small population of black girls at our exclusive boarding school in rural New Hampshire. His father was a prominent

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

My Hand, Dead Tissue, Severed at the Wrist

Kevin Wilson

Carol Gipson had acne and was the slightest bit pudgy but she seemed like someone who would turn beautiful with time and I wanted to get in on the ground floor. To spend more time with her, I'd

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

A Businessman &

Reynard Seifert

I put on my suit. It's a business suit. I'm a businessman and I mean business. I mean 'business' with a big 'B' and an ampersand. So from now on, I will say, I'm a Businessman &. Because it

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Mechler & I

Andrew Roe

With apologies to Jorge Luis Borges' "Borges and I"


The other one, the one called Melcher, is the fuckup.

I travel a lot for work (sales) and when I'm driving or flying or sitting in an

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Grass

David Holub

Doug's house looks the same as Bob's house. Bob lives next to Doug. On the ground surrounding their houses they have planted blades of vegetation. Thousands of them; millions perhaps. They call

October 1, 2009 | Fiction

Four Recent Apocalypses

Lucy Corin

Lucky

All these people. How did they do it? Well, many did not. Broke as eggs on sidewalks, sister. They were walking around in the street, everywhere, and I was there, watching it unfold. In

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

The Zoo: Two Stories

J. A. Tyler

penguins

For the penguins it is cold and sometimes it is cold like that in my bedroom, where I sleep, and the covers that cover me up aren't enough to keep me warm. This is summer, but there

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

Slut Whore

Cami Park

Slut Whore has every Barbie on the market, lined up sitting on her windowsill along her bedroom wall, and all the best clothes and accessories. She invites her friends over and they dress and

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

Interview with a Union Soldier, Recently Dead

Erin Lindsay McCabe

Near a mound of fresh dirt under a sprawling oak tree. Cannons rumble in the distance. Lounging next to the mound is a young man, about 19. He is dirty. Underneath the dirt and blood streaking his

September 1, 2009 | Fiction

A Letter to Amandas

Amanda Marbais

My friend Brandon has packed his friend's Jeep with provisions of snowballs, dried turkey, Finlandia. Observing the heaped vehicle, and considering the 2,700 miles to California, I am reminded of

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