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October 16, 2020 | Fiction

ATLANTIC CITY

Avigayl Sharp

I know that I am going to die.

October 16, 2020 | Fiction

ATLANTIC CITY

Avigayl Sharp

I know that I am going to die.

October 14, 2020 | Fiction

Six Stories in One Town

Jieyan Wang

In the mornings, we watch the wagons come in a procession, rolling down the streets in one thin line.

October 14, 2020 | Fiction

Six Stories in One Town

Jieyan Wang

In the mornings, we watch the wagons come in a procession, rolling down the streets in one thin line.

October 13, 2020 | Fiction

Vermont

Eric LaFountain

Vermont in the summer is a place I love.

October 13, 2020 | Fiction

Vermont

Eric LaFountain

Vermont in the summer is a place I love.

October 12, 2020 | Fiction

Show Me Your Parents

Cody Lee

I remember when my parents first told me.

October 12, 2020 | Fiction

Show Me Your Parents

Cody Lee

I remember when my parents first told me.

October 9, 2020 | Fiction

Aura-lift™

Allie Rowbottom

The best plastic surgeons are cultured. They stand at the intersection of art and science and are not, generally, superficial.

October 9, 2020 | Fiction

Aura-lift™

Allie Rowbottom

The best plastic surgeons are cultured. They stand at the intersection of art and science and are not, generally, superficial.

October 8, 2020 | Fiction

Insoluble

Hannah Newman

We never thought the calcification was a problem.

October 8, 2020 | Fiction

Insoluble

Hannah Newman

We never thought the calcification was a problem.

October 7, 2020 | Fiction

Jonathan

Sam Fishman

The next time Jonathan and I had a playdate I told him what had happened. I was sitting on his bed and he was sitting at his desk when he told me a secret.

October 7, 2020 | Fiction

Jonathan

Sam Fishman

The next time Jonathan and I had a playdate I told him what had happened. I was sitting on his bed and he was sitting at his desk when he told me a secret.

October 5, 2020 | Fiction

To Her Next Boyfriend

Jane DIESEL

If thinking your own thoughts has never brought you love, is it so bad to let another think for you?

October 5, 2020 | Fiction

To Her Next Boyfriend

Jane DIESEL

If thinking your own thoughts has never brought you love, is it so bad to let another think for you?

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 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

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

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