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May 18, 2017 | Fiction

The Bird

Sandra Jensen

‘There are so many damaged birds,’ he said, spreading jam on his sourdough toast. 

‘I haven’t seen that many,’ I said. 

‘Well, I have,’ he said. ‘And I was just too tired to do what we did for that seagull.’

May 16, 2017 | Fiction

Fame

Siamak Vossoughi

 "I was thinking about how famous we were as kids."

     "Who?"

     "All of us."

     This was why she liked having him in her bed, Alice thought.

May 15, 2017 | Fiction

The End of the World and Karate 

Al Dixon

On the way home from picking up my brother at the airport, I stopped for a hitchhiker. I’d never picked up a hitchhiker before. I think I did it because my brother was with me, Julian. It was the kind of thing Julian would do.

May 13, 2017 | Fiction

White Dwarf Seeks Red Giant for Binary Orbit

Samantha Edmonds

We’ll have more in common than you’d think—after all, we’re both main sequence stars, I’m just a few million years ahead of you. 

May 12, 2017 | Fiction

Imaginary Jenn

Kevin Maloney

In 2007, I was catfished by a homely woman from Arkansas masquerading as a 5’10” blonde bombshell named “Jenn.” Before you judge me, remember that this was ten years ago.

May 10, 2017 | Fiction

The Coming

Siobhan Welch

And tbh, I seriously doubt Jesus wants me to die a virgin. 

May 9, 2017 | Fiction

My Dying Neighbor Stole Our Pie

Alex Schuman

You’re always told to do the right thing and stand-up to evil, but can a, old dying woman who lies about being offered pie constitute as evil? I thought yes.

May 8, 2017 | Fiction

Incision

Eric Bosse

“Go outside,” I say, and I settle in with my coffee and my laptop. “Notice how real-world birds aren’t actually angry.” 

May 6, 2017 | Fiction

Him Hiccup, Me Yawn

Florence Gonsalves

“Fine, but I get full custody of the mustache,” I said, once we’d finished dividing up all of our things: him Chipotle, me The Red Hot Chili Peppers, him macramé, me black clothing.

May 5, 2017 | Fiction

Dirty Socks

Sean Higgins

Danielson sells his dirty socks to perverts on the internet. 

May 4, 2017 | Fiction

Jackalope Run

CJ Hauser

She’s going to be an artist, he told your parents, and he wasn’t wrong, even if you couldn’t hack it in New York. 

May 3, 2017 | Fiction

The Sculptor

Ryan K. Jory

Mom says new husbands are like circus peanuts. They go stale after a few weeks, and she wonders, Why the hell do I keep buying these things? I don’t even like them

May 2, 2017 | Fiction

Strawberry Is Learning To Fly

Mariya Poe

Who says islands needs water? he asked. Mine is a tree island. It’s something surrounded by something different.

April 29, 2017 | Fiction

Trading Heroes

Travis Kiger

“So I started collecting baseball cards.” 

April 26, 2017 | Fiction

Swinging

Brendan J. O'Brien

Oscar kisses the child through the hard mesh fence designed for the fans’ protection.  He does not like kissing his boy through hard mesh.   

April 25, 2017 | Fiction

Peggy Park, August 1992

Bryan Washington

Micah turned pro and the rest of us went regular. 

April 13, 2017 | Fiction

Diversion

Geo Joseph

While he runs, you think about how long it’s been since you stepped on a baseball field. Your chest fills up with sharp fragments of Little League afternoons, standing in left field praying for something to do and dreading it at the same time

April 10, 2017 | Fiction

Cages

Caleb Michael Sarvis

I used to bring a six pack, pound a beer between tokens, but I’m married now and I have to get home safely.

April 7, 2017 | Fiction

"Wade Boggs"

Jeremy Rice

You look like you just walked out of a punt, pass and kick contest. We gotta make you look sick."

March 31, 2017 | Fiction

ROKUGATSU NO HEBI

Kris Hartrum

I wanted to see Akari and have a drink so we could get a little drunk and maybe take our clothes off.

March 20, 2017 | Fiction

The Drive

Brendan Mathews

The parents come home tired, they come home smiling, they come home angry, they come home drunk.

March 13, 2017 | Fiction

Good Touch, Bad Touch

Thomas Kearnes

Shane said I needed to be more social, network with the other teachers. I told him it was pointless.

March 10, 2017 | Fiction

Below the Chandelier

Derick Dupre

He can’t respond to the man addressing him as Mr. Sport because he can’t talk, his tongue has been mangled, somewhat ineptly, and he sees the hilarity in this, being tortured by inept torturers, as another larger silent gentleman’s behind him, but if it weren’t him in the chair, if it were someone else and he was watching, he might be amused by these two dilettantes practicing the art of torture.

March 3, 2017 | Fiction

The Ugly Woman

Laura Adamczyk

The woman sat on the train wrapped tightly in her coat. She stared at herself in the window and eyed the other passengers.

March 1, 2017 | Fiction

Speech Therapy 

Richard Johnston

My therapist’s name was Sean. I remember that most of all because it was easy for me to say. The sound sh never caused trouble. I could curse or tell people to shut up all day long. But es caused a world of trouble. 

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