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March 13, 2023 | Fiction

Playground

Andrew Hahn

In the mornings, the woman sees her husband off to work in her night dress, sometimes with curlers in her hair. After he leaves, she always lights a cigarette and stands with the glass-paned storm door cracked open. I can tell the inside of their house smells like knock-off Estée Lauder and menthol smoke.

March 8, 2023 | Fiction

Beefy Appetizer

Ila Kumar

My professor is French. You can tell by her voice, and because she just told us that she and her husband met through adultery, as if it was an app on your phone.

March 7, 2023 | Fiction

Emily

Cash Compson

Emily was mine first.

March 6, 2023 | Fiction

The After Party

Ruby Sutton

Sarah has just been promoted at the publishing house, and I realize she thinks she is doing her job at this party

March 6, 2023 | Fiction

Four Ways to Handle Adrian's Relapse

Kate Wisel

Smile in heavy make-up, feeling like a pill is stuck in your throat.

March 5, 2023 | Fiction

SOLO PLAYER LOB

Peppy Ooze

A snag with Monday is I have to neck all three of my Subtext in one go. Each under the tongue. The man who administers, Sven, can’t be arsed to say why but he’s a pure archcretin.

March 2, 2023 | Fiction

Two Stories

David Kuhnlein

I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.

March 1, 2023 | Fiction

IN RELATIONSHIP

Greg Gerke

That’s why we are “in relationship,” to deliberately alienate each other’s unhappiness—to build an incredible shrine to unhappiness that would be seen for miles in a flatland, if such a shrine could be visible.

February 28, 2023 | Fiction

Mr. Binky's Adult Superstore

Jazz Boothby

I spent the next couple hours grooming myself and getting drunk. I was sick all the time back then.

February 23, 2023 | Fiction

Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Who’s The Biggest Asshole Of Them All

Steve Anwyll

I blast the airhorn before the lump on the floor knows what’s going on.

February 17, 2023 | Fiction

Jersey Devil’s Breath

Anna Krivolapova

Every winter, the Jersey Shore freezes into an old car in the driveway, tarped and bricked until May.

February 16, 2023 | Fiction

Maximo the Magnificent

Adam Johnson

How they stabbed me and got away with it!

February 14, 2023 | Fiction

How to Cruise When You Know Nothing

Z.H. Gill

He came down my throat, I slurped it all up.

February 7, 2023 | Fiction

Partial Suicide

Troy James Weaver

Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me. 

February 6, 2023 | Fiction

Home Show

Emily Gaynor

That every aspect of her life could have an expensive accoutrement was highly erotic.

 

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 Isaac

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

A LOW-HANGING TOWEL

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.

Recent Books

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