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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.
put yr makeup on & yr hair up pretty
Valerie N. Blackwell
When taking drugs of this caliber – drugs that show you death’s light – there is always some part of you that wants to die.
tell me the future souls of the earth
Lis Anna-Langston
Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive,
Day of The Slugs
Justine-Juliette
Jimmy’s thing was his violent ability in soccer. Bismarthalou’s was in his preposterous name and the mystifying way in which he spoke of his potentially fictitious motherland.
Ritalin for Debutantes
Brent L. Smith
“There’s no reason to spread melodramatic rumors about the delay of the album,” she says
Quiet, Silent, Beautiful
Autumn Christian
She was the sudden presence that filled the delivery room like a creation spirit pressing his thumb to make a wrinkle in space.
Fun Can Kill You
Ariel Courage
I fall asleep on the First Date. It happens when we're cresting the chain hill of a roller coaster called Sallie Mae.
The Elevator
Ivan Kenneally
When I was ten years old something happened, an event I never understood
How I Got my Hair Back
Colene Lee
I've finished packing and am leaving. Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . .
Black Girl Magic
Kyle Kirshbom
There’s something so sexy about a hot girl apologizing for my behavior.
Toothbrush Horror Story
Greta Rainbow
Toothpaste dripped and stained the rubber grip. The bristles were yellowed, fanned out and frayed, like a spiky cleaning tool that should go nowhere near the mouth. Some of the bristles were actually hairs.
The Secret
Mohammad Rafiq
What the Mother wanted to show us might be different from what we wanted to see.
2 Fictions
Katie Gene Friedman
“My grandma drinks that,” the kid ahead of me at Duane Reade snarks at my six-pack of Ensure bottles.
Night Without
Nathan Reinke
this one guy keeps trying to talk about the impoverished state of the arts which among other things is making me desperately want to do the drugs I brought
Mother's Cheese
Maeve Barry
A diagram shows a mother with porn-star proportions holding her breast, pinching the nipple, milking herself into the cylinder. Squirt, Shake, Wait, the directions tell me.
Für Elske and the landlord, Mr Koen Leeuwens
Arturo Desimone
The attic room in the student town of Ordrecht went for 365, 52 euros monthly, not including the safety-deposit, called borg in Dutch.
“Lucky boy, just too late. Because we have crisis in Holland,
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Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!
Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)
Elizabeth Ellen
"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz