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Last Days: an excerpt from Person/a
Elizabeth Ellen
I remember Ian saying I was not a novelist and I think, as much as it pained me at the time to hear this, he was correct.
Co-Ed Picnic
Nicolette Polek
She picks a bony honeysuckle blossom off the bush and sticks the stem under the elastic of her bathing suit bottom.
Physical Therapy / Sunday Night & Monday Morning
Rita Ciresi
He stands so close I can make out the threads on his polo shirt.
My Mother in 2075
Erika Price
She can't remember the important bad things. I ask her about the divorces and the dead dogs buried in the woods and the cracks in the bathroom tile and the negative, blood red balance in her checking account and her eyes go blank and she shakes her head like she's been overcome by some faint neurological chill.
Stories At The Table
Eric Barnes
“They were getting ‘the talk,’” Carmen says, pausing dramatically, “and in walks a huge nurse wearing a robe.”
Feel No Ways
Sara McGrath
Looking back, the efforts we made were desperate. We took walks. In bed, he fed me grapes; chilled, out of the refrigerator. We took weekends off work, spending money in small towns where there was
In Silhouette
Mehdi M. Kashani
My perverse compassion had destroyed all traces of a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
Near Nature, Near Perfect
Sean Towey
Do you remember everything I said last night? she asked.
You mean do I remember you crying and saying you loved me?
A Woman's Hair Is Her Crown And Glory
Lynn Mundell
She needs a quick blowout, so I comb and press her golden hair until is a sheer curtain fluttering around a face thrown open to love.
Skater Die
Joel Tomfohr
“I love watching you get dressed.”
“More than you love watching me undress?”
The Heart as a Protostar
Ferris Wayne McDaniel
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
O Husband! My Husband! or, A Common Noun
Ryan Bloom
Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.
Old School
K.C. Frederick
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
The Participants
Mack Gelber
Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.
Paris Review Accepted Story
Jimmy Chen
My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .
Naming What We Know
Jordan Castro
Violette moved away from Calvin toward a group of rhododendrons.
Calvin felt calm.
He thought about God.
Three Fictions
Shannon McLeod
I sent a text to my father, telling him I saw three coyotes. My father is an admirer of the natural world. I sent another text about a nearby house that had been abandoned. I'd noticed the word “SATAN” scrawled across the front door with blue paint that morning.
Ted Bundy Watches the Rose Bowl Between the Washington Huskies and the Michigan Wolverines in Early 1978, Eleven Years Before He Was Put to DeathÂ
Sam Price
Ted had started the holidays in Aspen. Well, in the jail in Aspen, awaiting trial for a murder he’d committed in Snowmass.
Fear Of Biting Apples
Larry Silberfein
In the dark we weren’t afraid to show our ugly selves. We admitted we loathed giving up our seats to old people and the pregnant. Don’t you just hate reading? We both said at the same time.
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