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The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto photo
September 28, 2022 | Fiction

The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto

Sam Berman

I’m trying to lose my ego before Coachella.

The Origins of Earth's Second Wave photo
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.

Two Stories photo
September 23, 2022 | Fiction

Two Stories

Alex Higley

These words did not sound like her own. She’d either discussed with a friend her dilemma or searched words like “emotional betrayal husband,” or “texting another woman limitation,” or “phone cheating no sex no pictures” or both. It was both. I could sense her attempt at complete preparedness in the quality of her attention.

The Old Dog and Eternity photo
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.

Three Tales photo
September 15, 2022 | Fiction

Three Tales

Tetman Callis

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

Two Girls photo
September 12, 2022 | Fiction

Two Girls

Matilda Lin Berke

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

My Story photo
September 8, 2022 | Fiction

My Story

Nicole Callihan

I did purchase, last month, after receiving Gwyneth’s “Morning Routine” email, a whole line of Goop shit, which I can now say—because we can only say things in hindsight, right?—dried the shit out of my skin, so bad, frankly, that I’m happy, today, to be a close contact to a Covid case so I don’t have to leave the house and can just sit here asphyxiating in Aquaphor, occasionally parading around in my blue robe, DRIVEN TO MAKE ART(!!!)

Flight to Paradise photo
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.

Needs #1 & Needs #2 photo
September 2, 2022 | Fiction

Needs #1 & Needs #2

Kate Barss

Occasionally, now, you bring me a drill bit...

My Boyfriend Only Dates Writers photo
August 29, 2022 | Fiction

My Boyfriend Only Dates Writers

Nathan Xie

His second lover calls him Elias in a short story that approaches the erotic. They take too much molly in his Upper East Side apartment, but instead of euphoric sex with such a surplus of love their dicks stay semihard, they don leather jackets and wrestle on the bathroom tiles.

Florida Man photo
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.

Break Me Open photo
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.

Allergy photo
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.

I Love You Because You Don't Exist photo
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.

Mother Russia photo
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.

Things They Don't Tell You photo
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!

For The Wicked photo
August 2, 2022 | Fiction

For The Wicked

Dwin Phillips

The plump pastor looks down at you and smiles. You are dead. You lay in your cream-colored casket, on a bed of scarlet silks and smile back, all satisfied like.

Jaunupe photo
August 1, 2022 | Fiction


David Yourdon

The Wilds named their only child Steak, not because they had any ties to the meat industry, but because they were cranks with no semblance of empathy in their hearts. 

The Structure Underneath photo
July 29, 2022 | Fiction

The Structure Underneath

Brooke Randel

I am trying to teach my brother Micah to write poetry.

So We Bought A Hearse photo
July 28, 2022 | Fiction

So We Bought A Hearse

Robert Herbst

So we bought a hearse.

The Body photo
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.

Charleston Girl photo
July 21, 2022 | Fiction

Charleston Girl

Rachel M. Beavers

I get so bored sometimes that I think about getting sober. It never lasts that long; inevitably Charlie comes back again and I find myself with a cold nose and shaking hands just one more time. I

I'll Write You When I Get There photo
July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

Toilet Story photo
July 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toilet Story

Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis

When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.

The Aliens photo
July 4, 2022 | Fiction

The Aliens

D. L. Updike

The aliens were everywhere that summer.

Recent Books

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub


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