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St. Rudolph photo
December 13, 2013 | Fiction

St. Rudolph

Kevin Maloney

It only glows if I believe in God. Of course, the Fat Man doesn’t know that. Once an hour he comes into the barn waving his short black club, threatening to cut off my carrot supply. I sulk into

The Pincher photo
December 12, 2013 | Fiction

The Pincher

Ryan Ries

Lyle worked the night shift in a millwork factory, manning a machine nicknamed the Pincher.  Everyone hated the Pincher.  On the day shift they kept going through operators.  Before Lyle, the longest anyone else had lasted on the Pincher was two years.  At least that was how the story went.  Lyle hated the Pincher too, but he’d learned to live with it.  He’d been there nine years and would be there another nine if they let him.  By then he’d have enough saved up for a nice house, one with stairs and a workbench and actual carpeting. 

 
100K and Device photo
December 10, 2013 | Fiction

100K and Device

Cecilia Stelzer

100k

He said that he got a letter from a used car dealership that said that he either won 100k or a grill. He said he knew it was bullshit and he would come over, but he had to leave in the

Two Queens Walk Out of a Bar photo
December 5, 2013 | Fiction

Two Queens Walk Out of a Bar

Jacob Guajardo

Two queens walk out of a bar and light a cigarette, me and Lucy Littlefist. Lucy says this. She says, “In a relationship,” she traces quotation marks in the air around the word, “one of you always loves the other more.” And she’s right. She secures her wig with another bobby pin, pulls at her sequined dress. 

The Touch photo
December 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Touch

Allegra Hyde

“Everything I touch,” he said, twirling his fork in a plate of linguini, “turns to mold.” 

Imperfect Homes photo
December 2, 2013 | Fiction

Imperfect Homes

André Babyn

There was once a time when my aunt and uncle had room enough to take us the odd weekends our parents were on vacation. Their house was smaller than ours and I felt haughty in it. The walls were dark and the air smelled musty. In the afternoons dust poured in the air like cigarette smoke in an old black and white movie. Going out into the sun was blinding. 

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void photo
November 29, 2013 | movie reviews, Fiction

Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void

Erin Kautza

Hanging panties like cat skin, or Books of Dead and leaving in nighties. The jambs are so low. Lights on high are anything but warm. That pipe is what we think it might be: lost focus. He just

Turkey photo
November 28, 2013 | Fiction

Turkey

Andrew Sullivan

Cops come and take Hannah s Dad away this morning, throw him in the back of a car and yelling and screaming at him the whole time like he done left the ice cream out all day.

Swath photo
November 26, 2013 | Fiction

Swath

Rebecca Meacham

The tornado craved fame. 

Other Animals photo
November 25, 2013 | Fiction

Other Animals

Craig Buchner

Win wasn't homeless, which set him apart from the others. But he'd hit rock-bottom, jobless and sharing enough to be one among them. In the fifty-station clinic, they were strapped to centrifuge

Caterpillar Knuckles photo
November 20, 2013 | Fiction

Caterpillar Knuckles

Pete Stevens

We’d been running longer than my memory. Our path was never obstructed, a well-worn corridor. Parallel walls of thorn-thick foliage kept us contained. 

Blessings & Spray Paint photo
November 18, 2013 | Fiction

Blessings & Spray Paint

Aleah Sterman Goldin

I like to believe it started with her grandfather’s blessing and a bottle of spray paint—even though it might not have. 

Account Of My Travels, XXVII  photo
November 13, 2013 | Fiction

Account Of My Travels, XXVII 

Matthew Baker

And in the winter I traveled by ship to a land of copper domes and cobble roads, of shops glowing beyond frosted windows, of lampposts capped with mounds of snow, where I fell in love with a girl with an abnormal face. 

Larissa Communes With the Virgin photo
November 12, 2013 | Fiction

Larissa Communes With the Virgin

Teresa Milbrodt

Because I can tell it's going to be a crappy day at work I dress up as Virgin Mary with my blue silk dress and white head scarf and lemon drop halo that got coffee spilled on it so it's a little warped, but it will do for one day of selling shoes.

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories    photo
November 6, 2013 | Fiction

Ettore Majorana: Three Stories   

Lena Bertone

When Ettore was a boy, he dreamed of puppets hovering over his bed. 

The Fucking Shitbirds photo
November 4, 2013 | Fiction

The Fucking Shitbirds

Mark Walters

What came next was one long show: broken strings, smashed microphones, guitar solos without boundaries or purpose, house parties with bands in the kitchen and bands in the attic, missing kick drum pedals, stolen snares, songs we couldn’t figure out how to end and we drifted inside them, lost within our own imaginations.

Z photo
October 30, 2013 | Fiction

Z

William VanDenBerg

Z’s phone rang. He picked it up and said hello. The person on the other end asked if he was Dr. Schlesinger. After a pause, Z said, “Yes, this is he.” 

That statement, of course, being a lie. 

Mr. Basal and the Buntings photo
October 23, 2013 | Fiction

Mr. Basal and the Buntings

JJ Lynne

“Hello ma’am. I presume you are the lady of the house. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Basal and I believe that I have something you’ve lost – something you’d like to get back,” he

So Much Everything photo
October 21, 2013 | Fiction

So Much Everything

Kate Nacy

White light from the television brought me here.

Everything in this store is very far away from everything else in this store.

I pass razors and products containing ephedrine or

Fast photo
October 16, 2013 | Fiction

Fast

Jake Walters

Day one, just a few hours in, and the first scratches from his insides, just a little suggestion: only a nibble.  He tries to kill the animal stuck there by gulping down water, by dousing it with

THE REAL NEWISM photo
October 14, 2013 | Fiction

THE REAL NEWISM

Tyler Stoddard Smith

Many young novelists have been gravitating toward a movement known as the “Real Newism.” Adherents of the Real Newism assert that effective fiction requires “experiencing events.” And today, you

Buckhorn Golf Course photo
October 9, 2013 | Fiction

Buckhorn Golf Course

Dolan Morgan

Buckhorn Golf Course

36 FM 473, Comfort, TX 78013

4 out of 5 stars

 

This place is a real gem. Just imagine the scene: The Buckhorn Golf Course opens up before you, revealing layer

from This isn't really about fishing photo
October 7, 2013 | Fiction

from This isn't really about fishing

Tasha Coryell

When Rob sent out pictures of Sophia, innocuous prints of her at a bar or a party, he found himself getting pictures in return. These pictures he got were never family portraits or pictures with

Serengeti photo
October 2, 2013 | Fiction

Serengeti

Ben Gross

I drove to the STD Clinic. I walked in and told a woman in an office through a window slightly larger than a fast food drive-thru window my name and appointment time. She handed me a clipboard with

From The World Beneath the Light photo
September 30, 2013 | Fiction

From The World Beneath the Light

Robert Kloss

You will forget by your fourth birthday these your shifting first memories—your father’s goats at their graze, their black tongues slathered across your face, the chickens prancing and clucking upon the dirt of the yard, the spare trembling grasses and the crazed droning song of the grasshoppers, their brown juices streaking the lines of your palm.

Recent Books

Nudes

Elle Nash

“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.” 

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine

 

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.