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Stubb's photo
October 19, 2020 | Fiction


Colleen Rothman

Will’s buddy Kyle kept driving past the venue, under the interstate, down a side street where the girl knew she’d never be able to find her way back alone.

Rats of Autun, 1522 photo
October 17, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Rats of Autun, 1522

Heather Monley

The rats have eaten the grain again, and the men need a new solution. We’ve already exhausted the usual methods of dealing with rats: traps, prayers, and cats. Our town has many cats, but they simply

October 16, 2020 | Fiction


Avigayl Sharp

I know that I am going to die.

Six Stories in One Town photo
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.

Vermont photo
October 13, 2020 | Fiction


Eric LaFountain

Vermont in the summer is a place I love.

Show Me Your Parents photo
October 12, 2020 | Fiction

Show Me Your Parents

Cody Lee

I remember when my parents first told me.

Aura-lift™ photo
October 9, 2020 | Fiction


Allie Rowbottom

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

Insoluble photo
October 8, 2020 | Fiction


Hannah Newman

We never thought the calcification was a problem.

Jonathan photo
October 7, 2020 | Fiction


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.

To Her Next Boyfriend photo
October 5, 2020 | Fiction

To Her Next Boyfriend


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

Smells Like You photo
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

The Shine photo
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.

Seeking Arrangements photo
September 25, 2020 | Fiction

Seeking Arrangements

Halle Hill

I need him to walk me back to the bus, but I still know I have everything he could need if he asks for it

The Complement photo
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

When Rose Leaves photo
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.

The Cage photo
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

Excerpt from the novella Orange photo
September 21, 2020 | Fiction

Excerpt from the novella Orange

Alec Berry


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.

The Drowned Giant photo
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...

Holy Gash photo
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

What Is It? photo
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

What I Thought They Wanted photo
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

Pamela Linda Gretchen Stevie Patti Kim photo
September 11, 2020 | Fiction

Pamela Linda Gretchen Stevie Patti Kim

Amy Rossi

He will present it like an offering, like an opportunity, like the whole human history of men holding out shimmery circle-shaped objects as a shorthand for a promise. You, he tells her, can play the

Three Shorts photo
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

My Children, Who Sleep From the Ceiling photo
September 9, 2020 | Fiction

My Children, Who Sleep From the Ceiling

Alyssa Asquith

I did not ask for the children. They came uninvited, as most children do, sometimes with trinkets or pets. Of their pets, the seagull is my least favorite. He is an ugly, smoke-colored creature, quite

Contracts photo
September 7, 2020 | Fiction


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

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Elle Nash

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