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April 23, 2015 | Fiction

Relief

Joe Aguilar

They are the junk-baller, the relic, the trickster, the reinvention, the resurrection. A synonym for “reliever” could be “healer.”

April 20, 2015 | Fiction

The First Rule is: Don't Speak

Samara Pearlstein

Nobody could be quite certain where it started, but Mr. Met was the first anyone noticed.

April 20, 2015 | Fiction

The First Rule is: Don't Speak

Samara Pearlstein

Nobody could be quite certain where it started, but Mr. Met was the first anyone noticed.

April 14, 2015 | Fiction

Still, It Was Baseball

Chad Schuster

You could tell Heather was a catcher by looking at her thighs, but she brought an infielder's mitt to the game that day.

April 14, 2015 | Fiction

Still, It Was Baseball

Chad Schuster

You could tell Heather was a catcher by looking at her thighs, but she brought an infielder's mitt to the game that day.

March 30, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Kate Wyer

The birds lift their blue feet in a slow and deliberate seduction. 

March 30, 2015 | Fiction

2 Fictions

Kate Wyer

The birds lift their blue feet in a slow and deliberate seduction. 

March 30, 2015 | Fiction

Why Things Fall: Einstein

Erin Stalcup

Gravity bends light. Gravitational attraction between masses results in a warping of space and time.

March 30, 2015 | Fiction

Why Things Fall: Einstein

Erin Stalcup

Gravity bends light. Gravitational attraction between masses results in a warping of space and time.

March 25, 2015 | Fiction

The Worst Gravity

Ian Lee Lamb

Excerpt from the novel, Squish.

March 25, 2015 | Fiction

The Worst Gravity

Ian Lee Lamb

Excerpt from the novel, Squish.

March 24, 2015 | Fiction

Toenail Love

Connor Ferguson

The nails on my pinky toes are just nubbins, really — sort of shapeless blobs of keratin that grow in a little pit at the end of each toe.

March 24, 2015 | Fiction

Toenail Love

Connor Ferguson

The nails on my pinky toes are just nubbins, really — sort of shapeless blobs of keratin that grow in a little pit at the end of each toe.

March 19, 2015 | Fiction

Open Your Heart

Roya Khatiblou

The boy is sprawled across the woman’s bed . . . 

March 19, 2015 | Fiction

Open Your Heart

Roya Khatiblou

The boy is sprawled across the woman’s bed . . . 

March 17, 2015 | Fiction

Press

Marvin Shackelford

She wasn’t a real pretty girl, but it was Valentine’s and a Saturday night and we had booze.

March 17, 2015 | Fiction

Press

Marvin Shackelford

She wasn’t a real pretty girl, but it was Valentine’s and a Saturday night and we had booze.

March 16, 2015 | Fiction

No Sand at the Beach

Michael McGrath

There were reports of a vagrant living in a bathhouse.

March 16, 2015 | Fiction

No Sand at the Beach

Michael McGrath

There were reports of a vagrant living in a bathhouse.

March 13, 2015 | Fiction

Maybe We Should Get Tattoos and Other Possibilities for Happiness

N. Michelle AuBuchon

I don’t know if my husband and I are on the way to church or a hangover.

March 13, 2015 | Fiction

Maybe We Should Get Tattoos and Other Possibilities for Happiness

N. Michelle AuBuchon

I don’t know if my husband and I are on the way to church or a hangover.

March 12, 2015 | Fiction

Fan Fiction About Bass Lines

Pete Holby

The bass line to “If I Was Your Girlfriend” curled into a smaller ball and pulled the thin blanket in tighter.

March 12, 2015 | Fiction

Fan Fiction About Bass Lines

Pete Holby

The bass line to “If I Was Your Girlfriend” curled into a smaller ball and pulled the thin blanket in tighter.

March 3, 2015 | Fiction

What To Do with the Pain In Your Chest

Courtney Sender

Excise it.  Use a cheese wire . . . 

March 3, 2015 | Fiction

What To Do with the Pain In Your Chest

Courtney Sender

Excise it.  Use a cheese wire . . . 

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