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Maeve photo
September 3, 2020 | Fiction


Walker Rutter-Bowman

I saw Maeve standing by the smoked nut stand. Her hair was flying in the wind. She was standing on the subway grate, letting those blasts blow at her, too. That seemed a little much. There was trash

Is Anyone There? photo
September 2, 2020 | Fiction

Is Anyone There?

Hollynn Huitt

It has been two and a half months since I’ve seen anyone other than Evan, my new baby, and my husband, not counting the rotating cast of delivery drivers who balance the occasional jumbo box of diapers on the top of the fence post by the gate.

Ken at the Modern Pharmacy photo
September 1, 2020 | Fiction

Ken at the Modern Pharmacy

Jean Pierre Nikuze

He joins the queuing customers. He’d read the overhead menu when he drew closer. In the meantime he’d twiddle with his phone to avoid standing out like a statue. He wraps his scarf loosely around his

Friday Night at the Double Bill photo
August 31, 2020 | Fiction

Friday Night at the Double Bill

Gabriela Knutson

In the backseat of a parked Datsun, she waits for her turn with Billy at the drive-in. He loves to take two dates to a double feature at the same time, switching girls in between movies. She prefers

Ball Don't Lie photo
August 30, 2020 | Fiction

Ball Don't Lie

Matt Boyarsky

When we were kids, my sister kicked this boy.

Rule Number One photo
August 26, 2020 | Fiction

Rule Number One

Shannon Sanders

Always have your shoes reheeled before they really need it.

The Girl in the Glass Coffin photo
August 21, 2020 | Fiction

The Girl in the Glass Coffin

Megan Culhane Galbraith

I went looking for her. He went looking for her. She went looking for her. They went looking for her. 

We all went looking for her.

I look. 
You look. 
He looks. 
She looks. 
They look. 

The Last Set of Mothers photo
August 20, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Set of Mothers

Emily James

Each year, the clouds lowered. Each year, the boys' hopes crept closer to their grasp.

Shards of Glass photo
August 19, 2020 | Fiction

Shards of Glass

Michael Pikna

Arranged in front of Papa were a cup of coffee, his glass eye, and a shot of whiskey.  One by one, they would patch him up before he left for work.  The sun hadn’t yet chinned the horizon, and we sat

The God I Pray To photo
August 12, 2020 | Fiction

The God I Pray To

Tyler Anne Whichard

When she calls, Momma asks about Beau still.

Louisiana Dental photo
August 11, 2020 | Fiction

Louisiana Dental

Mik Grantham

 sat on my couch for twenty-four hours popping oxycontin while I watched a full season of Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and Rory were not on speaking terms and I missed my mom.

Fox Lake: A Photo Album photo
August 7, 2020 | Fiction

Fox Lake: A Photo Album

Lyndsie Manusos

Dad used to take pictures of us sleeping in the old Fox Lake house. Don’t call me crazy–I know you remember it, too. I can’t find proof, though.

Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry photo
August 5, 2020 | Fiction

Boris Yeltsin Roots through Your Pantry

Nora E. Derrington

One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.

Pacific Theater photo
August 3, 2020 | Fiction

Pacific Theater

Brett Stuckel

Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.

Opana, Dying, in Baltimore: An Excerpt from Fucked Up photo
July 29, 2020 | Fiction

Opana, Dying, in Baltimore: An Excerpt from Fucked Up

Damien Ark

I return to the kitchen and walk in on Jodeci pulling a syringe out of her neck. She takes the rope from my hands and uses it as a tourniquet for my arm.

Visiting Susanne photo
July 28, 2020 | Fiction

Visiting Susanne

Joshua Hebburn

They’d bought too much house, too much lot, with a Californian equity. They’d cashed out into a what AARP said was a prime retirement state.

Almond? photo
July 27, 2020 | Fiction


Mila Jaroniec

I look at these evil thoughts you have and evil thoughts you share and still feel like I could heal you, if we could see each other.

Big Foot Walking photo
July 24, 2020 | Fiction

Big Foot Walking

Jon Berger

Psycho Trev scared the shit out of me. He did the dishes at a Tony’s diner in town. He lived in a singlewide out in the woods and did a lot of shrooms. He had huge parties at his place too.

End of Era After Era photo
July 22, 2020 | Fiction

End of Era After Era

O F Cieri

The bands tear down a shelf in the green room to smash through the drywall. Tin tiles on the ceiling clattered with each slam, and white dust poured down the wall in veins. The lid of my beer was

Emmy vs. the Bellies photo
July 21, 2020 | Fiction

Emmy vs. the Bellies

Meghan Phillips

 So yeah, none of us were happy about the bellies but Emmy was pissed. She said it was stupid that the school used grant money to buy fake pregnant bellies for all the freshman girls.

Watch My Contact photo
July 20, 2020 | Fiction

Watch My Contact

Kaj Tanaka

Fields of canola stretch out across the hills as far as the eye can see, and the sky is rolling back like the whites of eyes.

yetting photo
July 17, 2020 | Fiction


Edmund Sandoval

You made a bowl out of a Faygo can. Your wet hair piled on top of your head. We had a book of CDs. Antique-looking condoms from the vending machine in a gas station bathroom purchased on the drive over.

The Alumni Association photo
July 15, 2020 | Fiction

The Alumni Association

Maggie Siebert

“Hey buddy, are you alright?” 

The husband looked at me with a smile disguising mild alarm. 

“I’m going to be.” 

another night in a fucking boring Pennsylvania suburb photo
July 14, 2020 | Fiction

another night in a fucking boring Pennsylvania suburb

Kevin Richard White

The guy looks over and sees me eating my pepper steak. He is a hard blur of hair and grease. For one brief minute, I think he’s going to lasso me or ask me to come over and polish off a bag of pork rinds.

Echo photo
July 13, 2020 | Fiction


Tristan Leonidas

Echo pressed her index finger to the Facebook icon on her phone, opening up a chat with her recent ex, Morgan, who was still typing.

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Elizabeth Ellen

"If Elizabeth Ellen exists, I would tell her it was like she channeled the anthemic scorn of Alanis Morrisette’s “You Outta Know” through Anais Nin, in her own inimitable way. And if Elizabeth Ellen doesn’t exist, at least she can invent herself.

—John Biscello, Riot Material

currently ON SALE for $11!

Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”

Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD 

currently ON SALE for $9!


Elizabeth Ellen

Elizabeth Ellen

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

 – Chloe Caldwell, author of Women

currently ON SALE for $8!