Before I heard my coin drop, I saw the shortest, whitest-haired, most wrinkled, bony-fingered, woman in the largest pink framed sunglasses I had ever seen, look her purse snatcher over like he was a blouse she was thinking of buying. Then pow! Her knee. His pee shooter. Perfect landing.… More
STEVE GERGLEY
BULL Interview by drevlowI really only understand myself, and I’m a misfit and a weirdo who doesn’t know how to interact and communicate with people very well, so other misfits and weirdos are the types of people I really like writing about.… More
Chicken
FICTION by Shayne Langford“It’s an animal,” Wife said. “It belongs outside with the birds and bugs and everything else with teeth.” I said, “He’s not an animal.” What I didn’t say was he was the only living thing I knew for sure would never leave me behind.… More
Disappearing Act
FLASH FICTION by Christopher LinforthThere’s a connection, a mutual understanding. Two waves one over. One grins. One breathes on one’s palm and sniffs hours-old choripán. Three’s favorite street food. One decides to chance it with two. Three will never find out. Three’s busy at home, a continent away, with half and third.… More
Cake And Ice Cream
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Jerome Newsome“Malcolm was taking away her cake and ice cream,” Barry said, edging me up. “He should have known she was gonna fight for it.”… More
Automatonophobia
FLASH FICTION by Steven WhitakerBut Muppets don’t end with your TV screens. Did you know? They infiltrate your workplaces, your idols, your governments.… More
My Neighbor Pays Me $100 to Dress Up Like His Dead Daughter
FLASH FICTION by Christina TudorAnd that’s when he told me I reminded him of his dead daughter because we both have red hair, freckles, and look like we’re keeping everybody else’s secrets.… More
Claim Tickets
FLASH FICTION by Henrick KaroliszynFor weeks after the blaze, I kept feeling like I was missing an essential item—my wallet, parts of my face, my entire body at times, but it seemed ridiculous because I was holding my wallet, could see my reflected face, and as far as I could tell, was still fairly alive. Still, some days I wasn’t sure.… More
See the Wild Dogs of North Charleston
FICTION by Stephen HundleySee the wild painted dogs of North Charleston. The weak ones die, but the drive of those pregnant mother hounds snuffling the ditch-line for hours—to see them is to see ourselves. Something wild, their bodies bearing the scars of night fights and bad love and still they get up after a hard rain.… More
Nobody
FLASH FICTION by Phebe B JewellNobody pays attention to Donny when he yells about fucking people up, but I do.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by S.H. WoodgeardTammy Faye face, dollar store wig, she smokes Camels on the chaise while I root through her kitchen for oven cleaner.… More
