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His Point of Sadness Now Becoming Light
Adam Robinson
There he was in the dugout crying.
All the guys were on the field. They were slugging it out because what were they supposed to do? Clint got beamed in the small and Gary charged from the
Some Little-Known Statistical Anomalies in the Game of Baseball
J. Ryan Stradal
It is not for nothing that baseball has existed since 1846 and now encompasses 30 teams playing 162 games each a year. In that span of time, speculative taxonomists and fly-by-night actuaries have
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service
Robert Swartwood
I stop at a 7-Eleven for a pack of gum. I give the cashier a twenty.
"You don't have any ones?" the cashier asks.
I don't, but I say I do anyway.
The cashier just stares at me.
"Um,
The Pastry Chef
Nathan Leslie
So, my step-sister Alice. She divorces her husband of ten years. Bart. High school sweethearts. Sad, sad, sad. Claims he beat her. Wins 75% in court. Unheard of, her lawyer says. But abuse factored
The Importance of Reading Ernest
Jimmy Chen
His caps lock button broke and he could only type in capital letters. He spent a notable portion of his money on hos and could not buy a new keyboard. When he emailed his friends they wrote back
The Daughter's Name is Daughter
Benjamin Buchholz
1.
so there's this girl, as there always is, except she's a movie star, which figures, since this is me, telling you a story you aren't likely to believe anyhow, and she's not very
Hawkgirl in High School
R.L. Futrell & P. Kevin Heath
1. Sweet Sixteen:
She is thinking of her father at the breakfast table, reading the paper. Can almost hear him humming softly to himself. Can hear the slow crunch of cereal and the
Three Mississippi Fictions
Alan Rossi
1. Janie
When I was sixteen, my dad's new wife and her daughter, Mary Ann, moved in, so I had to get out. I found a burned-out one story place on Corey Road near the gas plant. When it wasn't
Choose One
Blythe Winslow
At some point, the people in their thirties and forties decided to go one of two ways: dog fighting, or dog grooming. It was a simple choice, really, and one for which their childhoods and young
Two Stories
Grace Andreacchi
Shopping
I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was morning, the light was pale and fine, he was messing about, making something nice for me to eat. 'I want you to come with me to buy a
Island Escape
Paul Silverman
In less than an hour, the ferry was at half-speed, the wind had died and the magnificent flora of Cane Island was in full view. They were in the brochure again, the one the travel agent had given
On the Oregon Trail
Caitlin Horrocks
Elias was a banker, so we left with more than most. $1,600 to spend at the outfitters—three yoke of oxen, 2000 pounds of food, boxes of bullets and spare parts: tongue, axle, wheel. Two sets of
Three Stories
Kirstin Chen
Meine Liebe
It got to where I couldn't stop talking about him, though our relationship had to be secret — there was no other way — for he was fifty-eight, Daniel M. Kennedy Professor of
Three Stories
Edward Mullany
In God's Country
Camping in the northern part of the state, two guys and a girl woke to the sound of what they thought was a nearby bear. The sound did come from a bear, but the bear wasn't
Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps
Kyle Minor
The boy mastered the alphabet, but the other boys were playing soccer. The boy mastered subtraction, but the other boys were saying who could and couldn't sit in the back row of the cafeteria. The
Jesus Or Happy Birthday
Molly Gaudry
It's Christmas Eve, our birthday's less than an hour away, and, per Tannen family tradition, it's Davie's and my first night home for the holidays. Unlike me, Davie's not much of a drinker—not
Signs and Wonders
Sara O'Leary
1.
The sign is taped to a post and weathered and tattered as it is, it would be easy to believe that it has been there for weeks. But this post is one that Gord walks past several times a day,
Disappointments
V. Ulea
Conversation
She had nine faces already, and each time she began to talk a new one was added. "How does she manage to do that?" he wondered, listening to her voice. It enveloped him like a
Unpreparing
Lindsay Hunter
My boyfriend and I have sex and when we're finished he holds me close and whispers into my ear, I just date-raped you. What do you do now?
In the grocery store he throws an avocado at my head
Blank Spaces
David Valin
In a walk-in closet, my father's ties were exactly six centimeters apart on wooden dowels. I gently touched the gaps between his ties and ran my fingers through the ties. Before anyone else, he
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!