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Tear a Little Twig photo
January 21, 2021 | Fiction

Tear a Little Twig

Mersiha Bruncevic

Had I broken a vase, it wouldn’t be as bad. Events like that are outside of reasonable control. Anybody can slip and trip over a vase.

Ghosts photo
January 20, 2021 | Fiction


Matt Greene

 It was weird seeing him without a hair wrap, without roller blades, his uniform in college, weird seeing him instead in a pastel button-up.

Moskva photo
January 19, 2021 | Fiction


LJ Pemberton

We’d read in a tour book that the Moscow clubs had shoe and face policies, which meant your shoes had to be killer and your face had to be hot...

Kissing Coco photo
January 15, 2021 | Fiction

Kissing Coco

Emily Lowe

Coco with hairs between her eyes she had me pluck sometimes at sleepovers, and eyes that opened me up like I needed fixing.

The Best a Man Can Get photo
January 14, 2021 | Fiction

The Best a Man Can Get

Steven Arcieri

Shaving his neck to impress...

Genius Loci photo
January 13, 2021 | Fiction

Genius Loci

Brittany Ackerman

She imagined walking barefoot across the grass in the backyard, sitting in the hammock and reading that book her teacher from graduate school had published.

Dead Dog Spot photo
January 12, 2021 | Fiction

Dead Dog Spot

Cory Bennet

The landscape was a flat dimension, no mountains or hills. Farmland and ramshackle homes that looked like collages, you could see the years in them.

Some Lost Dog? photo
January 11, 2021 | Fiction

Some Lost Dog?

Dana Liebelson

She looks away but can’t get the photo out of her mind, like gazing at the sun, an electric blotch.

Ghost photo
January 8, 2021 | Fiction


Emma Hodson

I saw her in front of us then, and she struck me: white parka down to mid-calf meeting white Ugg boots, white hood drawn over head.

Culler Release Program photo
January 7, 2021 | Fiction

Culler Release Program

Joshua English

Usually I’d just as soon look away from cruelty, but Lemuel flung that chicken square at my face and my first instinct was to swat her, fretting her clipped wings and shrieking like a raspy old woman, down on the heads of the others. Simple reflex.

While The Men Go Hunt the Shark, Mrs. Brody Meets her Lover photo
January 6, 2021 | Fiction

While The Men Go Hunt the Shark, Mrs. Brody Meets her Lover

Megan Pillow

But here, in the house at the edge of the ocean, there is no camera, and so Mrs. Brody awaits her lover. 

Shake-n-Bake Time photo
January 5, 2021 | Fiction

Shake-n-Bake Time

Tom Walsh

We laughed when he called it a “Shake-n-Bake,” but then looked nervously around the room; the crew veterans weren’t laughing.

Dates with Charlie photo
January 4, 2021 | Fiction

Dates with Charlie

Julie Goldberg

Charlie would never cannibalize me; he’d have nothing to eat. 

Kayak photo
January 1, 2021 | Fiction


Debra Jo Immergut

I posted a picture of my rarely used kayak on Facebook late at night.

Every Year Is Going to Be the One photo
January 1, 2021 | Fiction

Every Year Is Going to Be the One

Stephanie King

A New Year’s resolution that I wasn’t going to do this anymore, soon broken.

A Valentine’s Day spent alone, while you were where you were supposed to be.

A summer weekend in the Hamptons, the

Meet 2020’s Most Nonessential Santas photo
December 25, 2020 | Fiction

Meet 2020’s Most Nonessential Santas

Tyler Barton and Erin Dorney

This is the Santa crushing it on Etsy.

This is the Santa denied unemployment.

This is the Santa whose Zoom background brought his therapist to tears.

This Santa doesn’t give a shit—he’s a

This Christmas, We Will Celebrate Around a Cube photo
December 24, 2020 | Fiction

This Christmas, We Will Celebrate Around a Cube

Rebecca van Laer

First, I visited my father’s house. After I returned home, my mother asked me to bring her there in the dark of night. We got on the highway, drove north, then took the second exit, but that was all I

Acting photo
December 23, 2020 | Fiction


Danny Lang-Perez

I’m now constructing a mental pool for how long these two can keep up the corporate veneer before they go insane or at least pop Gene in the teeth or at least say Okay you’re done no more pineapple and then whisk away the tray of pineapple Mom and I have not stopped noshing and ogling and noshing...

Disgorge photo
December 21, 2020 | Fiction


Luke Wortley

Once, during practice, I shot the most beautiful double-leg on my best friend and jackhammered us both into the mat, eyes swimming in twilight.

Fatherhood photo
December 18, 2020 | Fiction


Lauren Barbato

There’s always a man, somewhere, taking out the trash, his light blue jeans rolled above his ankles; waving at his elderly neighbor watering her tomato plants; picking up the morning paper and

Echo Chamber photo
December 16, 2020 | Fiction

Echo Chamber

Claire Hopple

“Here’s the thing. You can’t be doing this. You’re 38 years old. You’re a compulsive liar. You have cavernous molars. And you’re already being tailed by the police.”

During A Quake photo
December 14, 2020 | Fiction

During A Quake

Mialise Carney

It was late, and he’d roll out of the parking lot and speed down the hill, sliding through winding backstreets with no streetlights, careening all over the road like he thought us coming face-to-face with death would make me feel better about working at Walmart.

Xenia photo
December 11, 2020 | Fiction


Caroline Henley

The holidays loom and I’ve got two weeks off work. Last Christmas was pretty quiet. Not much family left. Karen was the one with the big family. I enjoy the church service in the morning. The kids

3 Shorts photo
December 9, 2020 | Fiction

3 Shorts

Laetitia Keok

Body Traumas

There is a story Ahma used to tell me. The story of a girl who drew on herself in permanent marker. Ponds filled with lily pads, frogs on said lily pads, flies in the mouths of said

Spider Bits photo
December 8, 2020 | Fiction

Spider Bits

Kennedy Coyne

My mother wouldn’t let her get a pet tarantula, despite many tantrums, so instead she played with whatever bugs crawled around the house.

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Elizabeth Ellen

"If Elizabeth Ellen exists, I would tell her it was like she channeled the anthemic scorn of Alanis Morrisette’s “You Outta Know” through Anais Nin, in her own inimitable way. And if Elizabeth Ellen doesn’t exist, at least she can invent herself.

—John Biscello, Riot Material

currently ON SALE for $11!

Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”

Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD 

currently ON SALE for $9!


Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

“[Elizabeth Ellen] is the female Love Is a Dog from Hell.”

 – Chloe Caldwell, author of Women

currently ON SALE for $8!