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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
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
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
Matt Boyarsky
When we were kids, my sister kicked this boy.
Rule Number One
Shannon Sanders
Always have your shoes reheeled before they really need it.
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.
We
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
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
Tyler Anne Whichard
When she calls, Momma asks about Beau still.
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
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
Nora E. Derrington
One evening you come home to discover Boris Yeltsin standing in your kitchen.
Pacific Theater
Brett Stuckel
Twelve hours later, I surrendered to sleep at a rest stop.
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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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.
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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
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