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February 3, 2023 | Fiction

Mrs Narcissus

James Nulick

How much would you pay to have an honest conversation with yourself?

February 2, 2023 | Fiction

Sixty Percent

Will Bindloss

He turns up late to almost all of his final exams, answers whatever questions he feels like and defaces the rest of the paper.

January 31, 2023 | Fiction

Natalie, My Chaperone

Cash Compson

I lie in bed a long time before sleep comes. I wonder if I love Natalie or if I’m just so bored and I’m turning fleeting, tiny moments into full scale cinematic affairs in my head.

January 23, 2023 | Fiction

Bath Salts

Andrea Taylor

I can tell she’s not convinced. But I’ve been Googling symptoms: confusion, nausea, loss of appetite, changes in sleep patterns, visual hallucinations, erratic behavior.

January 17, 2023 | Fiction

The Alcoholic Babysitter

Katie Frank

She breathed deeply and saw an image of the naughtiest kids in the afterschool program laughing at her.

January 9, 2023 | Fiction

Full Metal Jacket

Steven Arcieri

My neighbor let his Rottweiler roam without a leash again and I’m an inch away from planting razor blades inside my tomatoes.


December 6, 2022 | Fiction

Back to School 2

Matthew Davis

At the head of the conference table sat a man scrolling on his phone, whom Michael intuited was the leader of this secret society. 

October 9, 2022 | Fiction


Garielle Lutz

He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.

September 30, 2022 | Fiction

I'm Really Really Really Sorry

Sam Berman

Above the tree line, the sky has turned the color of a day-old bruise. The reception has begun to clear. Whichever uncle had parked his motorcycle in the driveway was now gone.  

September 29, 2022 | Fiction

Start Over, But With Luck This Time

Sam Berman

Our dad knew about Surface-to-Air missiles. Our mother knew what we told her.

September 28, 2022 | Fiction

The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto

Sam Berman

I’m trying to lose my ego before Coachella.

September 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Origins of Earth's Second Wave

Lily Arnell

And sure, not all moths were so blindly abiding, but that these grand ideas remained a possibility was often enough to console or comfort the moth. You see, the moth, culturally, was keenly aware of toxic attachments—meaning, they were rigidly open to all possibilities in an effort not to favor one delusion over another.

September 19, 2022 | Fiction

The Old Dog and Eternity

Lily Arnell

Sure, he’d miss chewing certain types of wood, the smell of garbage disposal, the indescribable pleasure of being shaded by a tree or large shrub. He could wait until spring, he supposed, to die among the scent of lilacs, one last taste of sweet pansy, a final sting of bee balm.

September 15, 2022 | Fiction

Three Tales

Tetman Callis

I didn’t hurt him, except maybe his feelings.

September 12, 2022 | Fiction

Two Girls

Matilda Lin Berke

Coolness is an anchor, a fortress, a cold and remote puritanism.

September 5, 2022 | Fiction

Flight to Paradise

Parker Young

Each day it paints the clearest possible picture of the gulch you’ve driven your life into.

August 22, 2022 | Fiction

Florida Man

Dan Leach

He sits alone on the beach with his feet in the sand, cigarette in mouth, eyes on the water, though there’s no one out here who knows him, and it’s not clear what he wants, unless what he wants is to be alone, in which case he picked the wrong part of the strand.

August 19, 2022 | Fiction

Break Me Open

Joe Baumann

The weather is hot.  The air conditioning is broken.  Everyone’s body is aching.  “You’re old enough to know.”  Our parents, he says, agree: it is time for us to understand openings, to recognize that we are not pinatas.  We are not stuffed with sugary candies in tight plastic wrappers.  Streamers and noisemakers will not burst forth from our chests.  We should not go at one another with baseball bats.  Openings are not occasions for blindfolds.

August 11, 2022 | Fiction


Claudia Lundahl

The summer I was allergic to tap water was the summer I lost all my friends. School was out but nobody wanted to be around me except for Joel who wasn’t really my friend to begin with but sort of became one afterwards. It was understandable. I couldn’t shower and, well, to be perfectly honest, I smelled bad. Joel didn’t seem to mind, though. He worked the check-out at the general store and taped his ear to his head.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

I Love You Because You Don't Exist

Katie Frank

You asked if I wanted to send you the latest version of my story as a Google doc so you could add comments. You offered to send me one of your stories in  return.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

Mother Russia

Alexandrine Ogundimu

And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.

August 3, 2022 | Fiction

Things They Don't Tell You

Moses Z.

As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!

July 28, 2022 | Fiction

So We Bought A Hearse

Robert Herbst

So we bought a hearse.

July 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Body

Erin Kelly Smith

She kicks him in the stomach and then runs at him, screaming, shoving him into a bookcase.

July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

Recent Books

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

 "It captures all the doubts, giddiness, confessional streaks, blabbiness, self-alarms, rationalizations, feigned equipoise, and instantly breakable resolves of a person freshly infatuated and likely in love."   -anonymous writer friend


Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily


Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor