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September 30, 2020 | Fiction

Smells Like You

Maggie Edwards

Tennis balls were always disgusting. That creep-crawly not-green not-quite-yellow felt that made my teeth grind and my spine twitch, always wet with dog slobber. And it never lost that toxic new car

September 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Shine

Jay Merill

Gail is the name of the person telling this story. She thinks of herself as Gail instead of I.

September 29, 2020 | Fiction

The Shine

Jay Merill

Gail is the name of the person telling this story. She thinks of herself as Gail instead of I.

September 24, 2020 | Fiction

The Complement

Madeline Furlong

I painted my lips and fingers red the first time I was unfaithful. It was in college, with a girl with sharp orange hair who had a smile that said come. I never really liked her--she was arrogant and

September 24, 2020 | Fiction

The Complement

Madeline Furlong

I painted my lips and fingers red the first time I was unfaithful. It was in college, with a girl with sharp orange hair who had a smile that said come. I never really liked her--she was arrogant and

September 23, 2020 | Fiction

When Rose Leaves

Abbie Barker

When Rose leaves, she hands me a lamp and says, “I’m afraid it will break in the move.” She tosses a bag of Twizzlers into her Corolla. The backseat is piled with thrift store dresses and Doc Martens.

September 23, 2020 | Fiction

When Rose Leaves

Abbie Barker

When Rose leaves, she hands me a lamp and says, “I’m afraid it will break in the move.” She tosses a bag of Twizzlers into her Corolla. The backseat is piled with thrift store dresses and Doc Martens.

September 22, 2020 | Fiction

The Cage

S.F. Wright

The cage was located in the back and, technically speaking, was a separate store: enclosed by chain-link fences, it housed rows of metal shelves on which were stockpiled stacks of used books. The

September 22, 2020 | Fiction

The Cage

S.F. Wright

The cage was located in the back and, technically speaking, was a separate store: enclosed by chain-link fences, it housed rows of metal shelves on which were stockpiled stacks of used books. The

September 21, 2020 | Fiction

Excerpt from the novella Orange

Alec Berry

1.

Maybe I’m an idiot, but those waves are
talking to me. They fall apart on the beach
then recoil, and the phytoplankton glow in
their recession. That’s where I think what
they’re saying is.

September 21, 2020 | Fiction

Excerpt from the novella Orange

Alec Berry

1.

Maybe I’m an idiot, but those waves are
talking to me. They fall apart on the beach
then recoil, and the phytoplankton glow in
their recession. That’s where I think what
they’re saying is.

September 18, 2020 | Fiction

The Drowned Giant

Kholiswa Mendes Pepani

It was a Sunday morning in Delta, Mississippi when the body of the missing Negro giant washed up on the bank of the river. First news of the creature’s arrival was brought to the town by a local fisherman...

September 18, 2020 | Fiction

The Drowned Giant

Kholiswa Mendes Pepani

It was a Sunday morning in Delta, Mississippi when the body of the missing Negro giant washed up on the bank of the river. First news of the creature’s arrival was brought to the town by a local fisherman...

September 17, 2020 | Fiction

Holy Gash

Kris Hartrum

I turned over in bed and felt something weird. I put my hand behind my head and felt it was the pillow. I sat up and looked at the pillow. It was wet, pinkish-red. I said holy shit a few times, ran my

September 17, 2020 | Fiction

Holy Gash

Kris Hartrum

I turned over in bed and felt something weird. I put my hand behind my head and felt it was the pillow. I sat up and looked at the pillow. It was wet, pinkish-red. I said holy shit a few times, ran my

September 16, 2020 | Fiction

What Is It?

Steve Gergley

Andy Carr is stocking shelves at his local Value King supermarket when a forty-year-old woman taps him on the shoulder and starts yelling in his face. By the woman’s word the store is out of stock of

September 16, 2020 | Fiction

What Is It?

Steve Gergley

Andy Carr is stocking shelves at his local Value King supermarket when a forty-year-old woman taps him on the shoulder and starts yelling in his face. By the woman’s word the store is out of stock of

September 14, 2020 | Fiction

What I Thought They Wanted

Carly Berwick

As I headed north, to your border, darkness fell, and I could see only the two cones of light extending from the car’s headlamps. The road itself had no markings. It stretched into the black, a

September 14, 2020 | Fiction

What I Thought They Wanted

Carly Berwick

As I headed north, to your border, darkness fell, and I could see only the two cones of light extending from the car’s headlamps. The road itself had no markings. It stretched into the black, a

September 10, 2020 | Fiction

Three Shorts

Leah Dawson

Lunar Flesh

Your daughter wraps her arms around your waist and asks, Does everyone have a skeleton inside? 

Already dinner is on the table. Brown rice, sticky rice, ginger duck, little saucers

September 10, 2020 | Fiction

Three Shorts

Leah Dawson

Lunar Flesh

Your daughter wraps her arms around your waist and asks, Does everyone have a skeleton inside? 

Already dinner is on the table. Brown rice, sticky rice, ginger duck, little saucers

September 7, 2020 | Fiction

Contracts

Chloe Hadavas

The boy’s hair was like the sand. He looked good. They all did, bruiseless in the sun. Striped towels in primary colors lay beneath them, shovels and tilting turrets walled them in. Sonia cupped a

September 7, 2020 | Fiction

Contracts

Chloe Hadavas

The boy’s hair was like the sand. He looked good. They all did, bruiseless in the sun. Striped towels in primary colors lay beneath them, shovels and tilting turrets walled them in. Sonia cupped a

September 4, 2020 | Fiction

The Dingos

Dane Harrison

Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.

September 4, 2020 | Fiction

The Dingos

Dane Harrison

Moonlight hiccups through the dirty windows, jumps around on our faces as the truck hits potholes. We’re already gone, smoking cigarettes.

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