Posts by Jim Ruland

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Azul

Jim Ruland

The phone rings. You can a) get out of the hot tub, b) tell Graciela to get it, or 3) send Roberto. Answering the phone, however, would ultimately interrupt Graciela, who is in the hot tub with

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

His Point of Sadness Now Becoming Light

Adam Robinson

There he was in the dugout crying.

All the guys were on the field. They were slugging it out because what were they supposed to do? Clint got beamed in the small and Gary charged from the

April 1, 2009 | Fiction

Some Little-Known Statistical Anomalies in the Game of Baseball

J. Ryan Stradal

It is not for nothing that baseball has existed since 1846 and now encompasses 30 teams playing 162 games each a year. In that span of time, speculative taxonomists and fly-by-night actuaries have

March 1, 2009 | Fiction

No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service

Robert Swartwood

I stop at a 7-Eleven for a pack of gum. I give the cashier a twenty.

"You don't have any ones?" the cashier asks.

I don't, but I say I do anyway.

The cashier just stares at me.

"Um,

February 1, 2009 | Fiction

Ripped

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,

January 1, 2009 | Fiction

Two Stories

Grace Andreacchi

Shopping

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

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

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

November 1, 2008 | Fiction

Jivil

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.

November 1, 2008 | Fiction

Unpreparing

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

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

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

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

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

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

July 1, 2008 | Fiction

Words End Here

Blaze Dzikowski

"I don't really know how to put it across," said the private detective.

Birds of spring flew across the bright sky behind the window of a dark office. The 50-years old woman sat down and looked

June 1, 2008 | Fiction

Psychology, Cooking, Chemistry

C.A. Conrad

ADLERIAN THEORY

A little girl in a red princess-style coat with a checkered lining, aged three. She's on tiptoe on the back seat of the Chevy, a red and white finned '57. That's what I remember

June 1, 2008 | Fiction

To Save the Dying

Jason Jordan

"Sometimes things aren't supposed to change," Billy would say, lying in bed while rubbing my back, when we got to talking about the town, about how unfortunate it all was, how opportunity had gone

May 1, 2008 | Fiction

House of Words

Scott Tomford

The Living Room

 

This is where we watch TV, where we entertain guests and let them add to the walls. You can see some of the words from the last dinner party on the ceiling if you look

April 1, 2008 | Fiction

Not Just Another Day at the Ballpark

Jim Ruland

If the game of baseball is a narrative in numbers, try this one on for size: on Saturday March 30, 2008, 115,300 people showed up at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum for an exhibition game between the