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Ripped photo
February 1, 2009 | Fiction


Brandi Wells

On the way home, Jill pulls through Dairy Queen and orders a burger and a butterscotch sundae. Her boyfriend orders the same thing, three large fries and a dilly bar. They eat while Jill drives,

Two Stories photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Two Stories

Grace Andreacchi


I was sitting at the kitchen table, it was morning, the light was pale and fine, he was messing about, making something nice for me to eat. 'I want you to come with me to buy a

Island Escape photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Island Escape

Paul Silverman

In less than an hour, the ferry was at half-speed, the wind had died and the magnificent flora of Cane Island was in full view. They were in the brochure again, the one the travel agent had given

On the Oregon Trail photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

On the Oregon Trail

Caitlin Horrocks

Elias was a banker, so we left with more than most. $1,600 to spend at the outfitters—three yoke of oxen, 2000 pounds of food, boxes of bullets and spare parts: tongue, axle, wheel. Two sets of

Three Stories photo
January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Three Stories

Kirstin Chen

Meine Liebe

It got to where I couldn't stop talking about him, though our relationship had to be secret — there was no other way — for he was fifty-eight, Daniel M. Kennedy Professor of

Three Stories photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Three Stories

Edward Mullany

In God's Country

Camping in the northern part of the state, two guys and a girl woke to the sound of what they thought was a nearby bear. The sound did come from a bear, but the bear wasn't

Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Everybody Said Pull Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps

Kyle Minor

The boy mastered the alphabet, but the other boys were playing soccer. The boy mastered subtraction, but the other boys were saying who could and couldn't sit in the back row of the cafeteria. The

Jesus Or Happy Birthday photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction

Jesus Or Happy Birthday

Molly Gaudry

It's Christmas Eve, our birthday's less than an hour away, and, per Tannen family tradition, it's Davie's and my first night home for the holidays. Unlike me, Davie's not much of a drinker—not

Hunters photo
December 1, 2008 | Fiction


Eugene Cross

The winter I turned twenty-seven, I followed a woman who said she might love me to a small town in Northwest Pennsylvania, a go-between place that provided me with little comfort, except maybe to

Jivil photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


Zdravka Evtimova

He could not look at the dog's eyes, light brown, like the sky before it started to rain. "Come on," Vassil said. The dog slowly followed him and climbed up on the backseat of the bone-shaker.

Signs and Wonders photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction

Signs and Wonders

Sara O'Leary


The sign is taped to a post and weathered and tattered as it is, it would be easy to believe that it has been there for weeks. But this post is one that Gord walks past several times a day,

Disappointments photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


V. Ulea


She had nine faces already, and each time she began to talk a new one was added. "How does she manage to do that?" he wondered, listening to her voice. It enveloped him like a

Unpreparing photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction


Lindsay Hunter

My boyfriend and I have sex and when we're finished he holds me close and whispers into my ear, I just date-raped you. What do you do now?

In the grocery store he throws an avocado at my head

My Store photo
November 1, 2008 | Fiction

My Store

Ravi Mangla

I bought a storefront in town, a Walgreen's that kicked the bucket some months back. The townspeople speculated on what I'd turn it into. One guy told me that the neighborhood needed a stamp shop,

Blank Spaces photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Blank Spaces

David Valin

In a walk-in closet, my father's ties were exactly six centimeters apart on wooden dowels. I gently touched the gaps between his ties and ran my fingers through the ties. Before anyone else, he

Belly photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction


Glen Pourciau

We'd just eaten a steak dinner. I'd handled the salad and the baked potatoes, my husband had grilled the steaks. Bottle of wine on the table, a few drinks for him before dinner. My husband, veteran

Bowling Alley photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Bowling Alley

Jill Widner

Sumatra, Indonesia, 1963

The hibiscus hedge is the boundary line the girl is not supposed to cross. Sometimes, for something to do, she walks to the end of the sidewalk and listens through the

Mind and Body photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

Mind and Body

Ed Meek

Those days I believed in Body over Mind. I believed Mind followed Body because I knew matter could think. I was a cook in this little hotel/restaurant in Missoula, Montana. The manager put me up in

They Whisper photo
October 1, 2008 | Fiction

They Whisper

Tai Dong Huai

They think I don't hear their whispers, but I do. Even with a bathroom between our bedrooms, all I have to do is put my ear to the wall and I can pick up every word.

At twelve, I know a lot. I

Colossal Crimson Crop photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

Colossal Crimson Crop

Gabe Durham

I met her on the corner of a street and an avenue. "We didn't fix anything," she told me. She was no-nonsense, a fast-walker, a liberal. She agreed to show me around.

I tried to ask what it was

The Hook photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

The Hook

Brian Foley

A man had many things hanging off of his body. There were two arms, two legs, a hose. Mostly though there were a number of barbed hooks, which hung from chains stemming from his torso. They picked

You, Too photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

You, Too

A. Papatya Bucak

It reminds me of the swimming pool game when I was a child, eyes closed, calling, and the others answering as I struggled, not knowing how to swim blind. I reached for their voices, their bodies

A Little Bit Orphaned photo
August 1, 2008 | Fiction

A Little Bit Orphaned

J.M. Patrick

My mother is in every room of her house. The kitchen keeps her fingerprints in the flour jar, her lipstick stains on the wine glasses. She left a note on the refrigerator that says: Gone grocery

Four Stories photo
July 1, 2008 | Fiction

Four Stories

Paula Bomer

Sex and Kindness

Rachel left Mac and walked down the dirt road next to the river. She was leaving him for good. A truck drove up. A man leaned out. She didn't look at first. When she did, she

From Laura's Pocket Guide to the Americas: Belize City & Beyond photo
July 1, 2008 | Fiction

From Laura's Pocket Guide to the Americas: Belize City & Beyond

Laura Ellen Scott


Come dusk the lie will prevail, and even those who know better will venture out in the belief that the evening is cool. It isn't. Welcome to ramshackle, angular Belize City. The

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