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Exam Room photo
July 10, 2020 | Fiction

Exam Room

Kayla Murphy

Pete wasn’t looking at me. He was half listening, half joking and trading cash with girls walking men in and out of private rooms.

“You thought about being a dancer?”

The Dog and I photo
July 9, 2020 | Fiction

The Dog and I

Andrew Bertaina

My husband is a proficient fighter. He catalogs the inconsistencies between the things I say and things I do. Against this tactic, I have no defense. For he is right, but what he fails to understand is the internal consistency in my inconsistency.

Lady Time photo
July 8, 2020 | Fiction

Lady Time

Grace Campbell

But I didn't feel sick anymore, was the thing. The sweating, capsizing sensation, the kaleidoscope of Muppets I saw square dancing behind my eyelids on that third night when it was legitimately bad, all that had been weeks ago and still everyone brought my mother food. 

The Healer photo
July 6, 2020 | Fiction

The Healer

Rebekah Frumkin

“Louis has stopped taking his dose.”

Sarah lowered herself to her knees in front of the fridge, continuing to uselessly rearrange the sanguinium. 

“We think maybe you can spend some extra time with him, maybe get him to start taking it again,” Tim said. “You do great with Dotty.”

物の哀れ photo
July 3, 2020 | Fiction


Joshua Hebburn

Hours later, when all these thoughts and feelings had been erased by his pressing occupations, he got a text from her.
“dont b mad”

Being photo
July 3, 2020 | Fiction


Bram Riddlebarger

“There are some things that just cannot be reconciled,” the duck quacked, as it waddled across the path.

The man was disturbed. There seemed to be no end to the rain's falling, but only he was

The Girlfriend Who Wasn’t a Girlfriend photo
July 2, 2020 | Fiction

The Girlfriend Who Wasn’t a Girlfriend

Dalton Monk

We spent most of the night watching Billy Madison and eating ice cream and cookies and building a fort.

breakup letter with commentary photo
July 2, 2020 | Fiction

breakup letter with commentary

Blake Levario

I wish I could be sharing a coke with you right now; you only drink water though, and I drink whatever I can find; we work like that, don’t we?

Huddled Faceless in Nippon: An Excerpt photo
July 1, 2020 | Fiction

Huddled Faceless in Nippon: An Excerpt

Dale Brett

Later that night, past midnight, I quietly hear her leave the apartment. I don’t stir. I don’t ask her what, where or why. I stay perfectly still and pretend to be asleep.

<3 photo
June 29, 2020 | Fiction


Levis Keltner

I confess my DIY rituals in high school, tiny fires fueled by crumpled notes and dried flowers from lost loves and later, gifts from my parents bought during the divorce. In the smoke, my hope conceived visions: sometimes revenge, always return. Nothing I witnessed was more than smoke

Next Best Thing to a Miracle photo
June 26, 2020 | Fiction

Next Best Thing to a Miracle

Alissa Hattman

Over and over again, he said it, and I started to feel it, and it felt real. The care.

What Was Left Was Ours photo
June 25, 2020 | Fiction

What Was Left Was Ours

Linnie Greene

Why bother with the pretense of health or ambition, when the world was ending and there were still snacks, drinks, trysts with another unwashed neighbor?

All of Us Have It  photo
June 23, 2020 | Fiction

All of Us Have It 

Crow Jonah Norlander

Everything that could have possibly budged already had, anything neglectable was long ago done so.

Three Smallies photo
June 22, 2020 | Fiction

Three Smallies

Zac Smith

The guy on the podcast had cancer, he was dying –every day he was dying a little bit more – and he was reflecting on being a literary agent.

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig photo
June 19, 2020 | Fiction

Everyday, Mama Reburied the Pig

Connor Goodwin

Mama was a truck. A Ford Bronco, to be exact.

Grunt Work photo
June 18, 2020 | Fiction

Grunt Work

Amy Stuber

Bill looked like a hundred people I’d taken rides from: flannel shirt, sunburned, open-air Jeep, someone resigned enough to take on a hitchhiker and think, if you pull a knife on me in the next mile, I can live with that.

And Even Still the Silk  photo
June 17, 2020 | Fiction

And Even Still the Silk 

Kate Finegan

even when I’m sure it’s polyester, and the silk is one more kiss you trail across my body and say,

Rainbows in Alabama photo
June 15, 2020 | Fiction

Rainbows in Alabama

Steve Comstock

"Six fine fish in that dirty pond! They're gonna die there anyway!" he told me. "They're gonna suffocate on all that mud."

Three Women I Almost Loved photo
June 12, 2020 | Fiction

Three Women I Almost Loved

Rebecca Fishow

She said: in my home, I want to feel at home. I want to feel as though I am swaddled in blanket, as though the walls pump food right to my gut. I water the plants, all seven or eight, some dying. I feed the cat

Composite Characters photo
June 10, 2020 | Fiction

Composite Characters

Erika Veurink

The first time I met Courtney, she told me she loved my ballet flats. We were wearing the same $14.99 shoes. She hated her curly hair and middle name and Democrats.

Things You Did After Your Best Friend Died Three Years photo
June 9, 2020 | Fiction

Things You Did After Your Best Friend Died Three Years

Mei Mei Sun

and two personal renaissances ago. You mourn for six weeks, then use her death to excuse all of your shortcomings for the rest of the year. One night, your body full of hunger and youth, you carve her

Lapsed Christian Stories photo
June 8, 2020 | Fiction

Lapsed Christian Stories

Kim Magowan

All my friends refer to my housemates as “the LCs,” short for the Lapsed Christians, because Bridget and Jeff met in Minnesota at some evangelist college where they started fucking and eventually got expelled. My friends find them fascinating.

Girly photo
June 5, 2020 | Fiction


Leslie Pietrzyk

His fullest attention. No one gets that. And here it is, steered onto me.

Holoceners photo
June 4, 2020 | Fiction


Kyle Kirshbom

1. Driving east on I-94 from 8:41 to 8:55 I saw brief glimpses of beauty.

Poopy photo
June 3, 2020 | Fiction


Nicky Gonzalez

Recently, my dreams have had subtitles. But they never match the words being spoken. For instance, in the dream I’ll say, “I’ve missed you,” and the subtitles will say I DO NOT WANT THE SALAD.

Recent Books

Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

“Simply one of the best writers alive in the world today.”

 – Scott McClanahan, author of The Sarah BookCrapalachia, and HIll William

currently ON SALE for $19!

Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight. Tender and sharp, wide-eyed and searching, these essays have a reckless beauty that feels to me like magic.”
Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD 

currently ON SALE for $11.95!


Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

“[Elizabeth Ellen] is the female Love Is a Dog from Hell.”

 – Chloe Caldwell, author of Women

currently ON SALE for $11.95!