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Roy G. Biv photo
February 1, 2008 | Fiction

Roy G. Biv

Jared Ward

I'm a big fan of blue. The dark, deep blues. Like that James Taylor song, deep greens and blues are the colors I choose. Green's nice, too, but I prefer blue.

Don't know if I could call it my

Ninth Grade photo
January 1, 2008 | Fiction

Ninth Grade

John Michael Cummings

Up to our lunch room table came the newest, biggest loser in the ninth grade -- Intercom! We called him Intercom because he wore a big bolt-like hearing aid that, protruding from his ear, made him

The Good Cents of Security photo
January 1, 2008 | Fiction

The Good Cents of Security

Greg Boose

Earl Jenkins was a security guard at PNC Park where the Pittsburgh Pirates play baseball. Every time he worked one of the sidelines, right down on the field, and he snagged a foul ball, he

Like Unto God photo
January 1, 2008 | Fiction

Like Unto God

Sharon McGill

Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong. Sugar or Baby, something sweet, something helpless, something you are not and never will be. If they studied your face instead of grabbing your ass

Tooth Decay photo
January 1, 2008 | Fiction

Tooth Decay

Garrett Socol

Before the curious series of events that stunned a quiet community, Calvin Flack DDS wondered if he would ever find the perfect dental hygienist. Two weeks prior to opening his practice in

Test-Tube Jesus photo
December 1, 2007 | Fiction

Test-Tube Jesus

Richard D. Treat

And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming 
--Tom Waits 
 

He came from Wal-Mart. Some fellow was loitering by the automatic doors with a stink my wife described as rotten apples

The Peaches Are Cheap photo
December 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Peaches Are Cheap

Mike Young

It's August, and it smells like grass and cranberry fruit snacks. I pick my brother up from the post office where he works. When he gets in, he says, "Let me take off these shoes."

We drive and

Rats photo
December 1, 2007 | Fiction

Rats

CL Bledsoe

The pet store was across from Planned Parenthood. Rob and June just sort of wandered over. They were allergic to dogs and cats, and June pointed out that hamsters bite. Beside the hamsters, there

Geometrics photo
November 1, 2007 | Fiction

Geometrics

B.J. Hollars

At school, we were allowed to wear costumes but were not allowed to bring treats. So we'd made the most of it -- we wore our costumes, we overcrowded the hallways with streams of sleepy ghosts. And

Holland photo
November 1, 2007 | Fiction

Holland

M. T. Fallon

The cobble gloss contained inchoate images underfoot. Miram broke his stride and knelt to inspect the watery sheen but could not catch the specter. Drunken houseboat dwellers under an open awning

Don't Stop Now photo
November 1, 2007 | Fiction

Don't Stop Now

Al Riske

We spread a blanket off to one side of the boat launch, under some trees. Island Lake, in Shelton, Washington, is surrounded by small private homes, and this is the only public access. Since it's

Hello photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Hello

Glen Pourciau

He knew what he was doing. He knows I don't say hello to him, knows that when I see him I see an empty spot, but he walked into the meeting and looked straight at me and said hello. He knew I

Awfulness photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Awfulness

Kevin Grauke

The boy found the helmet perched atop a bag of trash set out in front of Mr. and Mrs. Traska's house across the street. Well, only Mrs. Traska lived there now. A few weeks earlier, the boy had

Wonder Bread photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Wonder Bread

Amy Abrams

The apartment smells of burnt toast when Marcia arrives home from work. Her husband, Gary, having toasted two loaves that afternoon, hovers over the linoleum kitchen counter cutting slices into

The Missing Eye photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Missing Eye

Siel Ju

I'm functional in the sense that I make it to evening confrontations. At the sushi bar, Gita keeps talking about some girl she works with: "I just think that she's just really into identity.

Lobo photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

Lobo

Margaret Bentley

I rest my head on a pillow, falling in and out of sleep. Outside the windshield, locusts reflect light like shooting stars as they catch in the car's turbulence. I rouse slowly, watching

Autobiography photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

Autobiography

Tiff Holland

"You played sports?" he asks over dinner. They're having baked chicken and baked potatoes. Clean food is how she thinks of it, only a little butter on the potato and no salt. He's pouring ketchup

I WIll Unfold You With My Hairy Hands photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

I WIll Unfold You With My Hairy Hands

Shane Jones

The hair monster checked out the ass of a handicapped woman. She was standing with her back turned when the hair monster noticed her panty line against her white tights and thought, hey hey hey. He

Cabin Fever photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Cabin Fever

Paul Silverman

She was what his father, who had a Betty Grable calendar in the garage, used to call a bleached blonde, and she was kind of daffy-taffy in that old Hollywood way. Face all smooth and creamsicle

The Dead Walk Backwards photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Dead Walk Backwards

Steve Finbow

The earth is deep brown and peppered with crows. Sorry-looking cows nuzzle the frozen refuge. Two mongrel dogs, skinny, tentative, sniff at my backside. Submerged concrete -- cuboid and rectangular

Crimes of the Post-Divorce Era photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Crimes of the Post-Divorce Era

Diane D. Gillette

Gerry let out a loud belch and tried unsuccessfully to focus on Albert.

"I've got to get her back. I miss her so much."

There were tears in Gerry's eyes and Albert felt his stomach clench,

Secret Keepers photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Secret Keepers

Teresa Tumminello Brader

What was he thinking? Any one of us could've found it. Cards, letters, notes, and worst of all, photos. A woman -- a blonde, of all things -- who was, most definitely, not my mother.

In the

Collision photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Collision

Kathleen Lindstrom

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm 43. I'm sure."

"It's a big decision. It's a life."

"Don't you think I know that? I'm Catholic. I know what a life is."

"I should have worn

Agnes and Ned photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Agnes and Ned

Jonny Diamond

She had death in her hands, in her heart, in the americ tang of her angry sweat: she was jealous of a piece of bread. It was a dark, trunk-thick loaf of Polish bread, and Agnes could think of

Four Sieges photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Four Sieges

Erin Fitzgerald

I.

Deirdre doesn't talk to Nicole anymore, but she thinks she does. Last winter, six months went by with neither one of them saying anything. Right around Memorial Day, Deirdre asked if she

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Chloe Caldwell

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