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February 27, 2020 | Fiction

Faye, it’s a Present for Your Birthday by The Fourth Sad Boy

Andrew Tran

He was in love with his friend Faye, had known her since elementary school.

February 26, 2020 | Fiction

Baby Man

Linda Woolford

I was only doing what she asked:  Not listening. 

February 26, 2020 | Fiction

Baby Man

Linda Woolford

I was only doing what she asked:  Not listening. 

February 25, 2020 | Fiction

Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre

Jack Vening

The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.

February 25, 2020 | Fiction

Reunion at the Christian Movie Theatre

Jack Vening

The Christian Movie Theatre is mainly for fans of poorly translated morality tales, the violent ends of saints and so forth.

February 24, 2020 | Fiction

One Of Those Boys

Heather Domenicis

Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.

February 24, 2020 | Fiction

One Of Those Boys

Heather Domenicis

Despite your better judgement, you click on his profile and then on the most recent post: a picture of him smiling on a white slope with his arm wrapped around a remarkably average, yet still somehow traditionally hot (not pretty, just hot) snow bunny.

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage

Ashton Carlile

There was something that she wished to start, and when she started it, she figured, her life would take on new meaning. But in this moment in time, she ate breakfast bars all hours of the day and worried about money.

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Anxiety Attack

Harrison Kim

I count the number of murderers in the class.

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Being A Vengeful God for Minimum Wage

Ashton Carlile

There was something that she wished to start, and when she started it, she figured, her life would take on new meaning. But in this moment in time, she ate breakfast bars all hours of the day and worried about money.

February 20, 2020 | Fiction

Anxiety Attack

Harrison Kim

I count the number of murderers in the class.

February 18, 2020 | Fiction

On the Morning of

Kara Moskowitz

Nick your shin shaving, stare idly at the blood coursing down your foot and down the drain, and maybe this is how you do it, empty out all your insides until your shapeless skin is all that’s left.

February 18, 2020 | Fiction

On the Morning of

Kara Moskowitz

Nick your shin shaving, stare idly at the blood coursing down your foot and down the drain, and maybe this is how you do it, empty out all your insides until your shapeless skin is all that’s left.

February 17, 2020 | Fiction

The Button

Zoe Messinger

I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.

February 17, 2020 | Fiction

The Button

Zoe Messinger

I wanted to be “that girl,” but my new high-waisted pants from the Marais were already unbuttoned once.

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

February 13, 2020 | Fiction

Winter’s Children

Mark Benedict

Brian was psyched too. Not about her requests—Tom Waits was more his groove—but about where things seemed to be headed.

February 11, 2020 | Fiction

Seasons

Karin Killian

I have my tee already halfway over my head, blocking my eyes, when I feel a hand on my forearm, yanking me toward the other end of the field. “You can’t do that. Put it back on.”

February 11, 2020 | Fiction

Seasons

Karin Killian

I have my tee already halfway over my head, blocking my eyes, when I feel a hand on my forearm, yanking me toward the other end of the field. “You can’t do that. Put it back on.”

February 10, 2020 | Fiction

The Red Ones Come From Taillights

Erin Lyndal Martin

To be naked on the beach after a storm is something special—the salt and the petrichor and the hum of being unsettled that maybe the torrential rains caused damage, that maybe there were nearby ships that will never make it to harbor.

February 10, 2020 | Fiction

The Red Ones Come From Taillights

Erin Lyndal Martin

To be naked on the beach after a storm is something special—the salt and the petrichor and the hum of being unsettled that maybe the torrential rains caused damage, that maybe there were nearby ships that will never make it to harbor.

February 6, 2020 | Fiction

Reflection

Molly Gabriel

Violet and I sit in her bed a while and talk. She shows me how to unhook and snake a bra through a sleeve.

February 6, 2020 | Fiction

Reflection

Molly Gabriel

Violet and I sit in her bed a while and talk. She shows me how to unhook and snake a bra through a sleeve.

February 5, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Time I Saw Zac Smith

Giacomo Pope

“When Zac started writing the poems, I didn’t think it would get to this.”

February 5, 2020 | Fiction

The Last Time I Saw Zac Smith

Giacomo Pope

“When Zac started writing the poems, I didn’t think it would get to this.”

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