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Public Freakout
Sydney Hirsch
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
DON'T STEP INTO MY OFFICE
David Fishkind
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
Excerpt from 'Counterillumination'
Audrey Szasz
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
NEW LIFE: LIMA, PERU
Siel Ju
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
Opal, Opal
Marin Kosut
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
Daddy Knapsack
@writers_life_tips
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
JOHNNY-THE-ORDERLY & other stories
Jamie Iredell
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
Girls on Dirty Sofas, Close Together
Adelaide Faith
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
tethered to the other always
Alexander Fredman
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
Society of Elliott Smiths
Teddy Engs
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
Gulf Stream Kindness
Sam Berman
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
Morning Shift
Alyssa Gillon
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
Self-cleaning car cleans self after nuclear blast
Ben Dreith
People keep saying that they can’t say anything but everyone is saying everything all the time.
Two Bikes, One City
Matthew Binder
Finally, Mr. Mackey, the chair of the school’s English Department, delivered a rambling panegyric about the school’s depth of talented writers. I left my seat in the bleachers to fetch a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine.
Do You See What I See?
Eve Zelickson
A life spent on your tiptoes, trying to fish the moon from the sky is, in fact, very good.
god won't let me die
Savannah Whitmer
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.
The Piano Players
Teddy Burnette
He struggles to come up with actions that give him a sense of joy or purpose when she is not around.
I've Never Known When to Stop
Sofie Wise
Abigail’s face blotched with hot blood. I made my way to the back of the room, ordered a whiskey at the open bar, repainted my lips cherry red.
Pretty Rachel
Sarah Zoric
Yesterday, The Coffee Cart Guy on 38th and 6th had sex with Rachel on the floor of his metal breakfast cart.
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
Nudes
Elle Nash
“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.”
- Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine
Worsted
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.