I was flattered. R__ had read my novel. Not many had. And then she had both texted and emailed me. It wasn’t hard to read between these lines. She needed me.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
Cut Deep
FICTION by Philip CharterI saw him around town, dragging his right arm like a plank of wood. And over the years, it grew thin. That was the beginning of the bad times—farmers moving to the city. No need for a small bar with a smashed-up fruit machine.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Frances KleinThe bartender nods at the horse and waves him over to his reserved spot, corner booth. Men are milling about, but the horse only has eyes for the boy on stage on stage rasping song after smoky song into the air above their heads. … more
Hard at Work
FLASH FICTION by Joe NastaHe enjoyed scrubbing the urinals, the stretch in his wrist tendons, and the soreness that built up in his fingertips. It gave him time to absorb all the rumors he overheard from the lapping tongues that surrounded him. He imagined them running up his arms and legs, down the neck of his shirt as he plopped in a new urinal cake.… more
500
FICTION by Michael TavalerEight years Morgan and his wife Nancy had not been intimate, avoiding even the most incidental physical contact. Then, on the 27th of March at 9 PM, Morgan found himself in hand restraints, his back pinned against the bars of his four-poster, gasping for air with Nancy’s right breast sealing both his nostrils.… more
101 Worms
FICTION by Colton HuelleIn the backyard of his brand-new, post-divorce tiny house, David Cale is stuck up to his armpits in a compost barrel. Is it possible, he wonders, for a human body to decompose while still alive?… more
Programmed to Suffer Delusions
Moans from the Condiment FridgeI grew up in a world where it didn’t matter what you did for a job: grave digger, grocery clerk, tire repair, it only mattered that you showed up. Jim Rice showed up.… more
Grandpa Died
FLASH NONFICTION by IAN DOUGLAS ROBERTSONGrandpa died on Monday. I loved him. At his funeral, I should have cried but I felt like laughing.… more
The florist
FICTION by Tomas romeroTricky bastard. You felt so real and nourishing. I felt special for breathing you. You whipped up blast of glossy plastic, hair polish and synthetic serotonin, you’re eating me from the inside! Eventually I won’t be more than a bag of bones cased in smooth skin and designer clothes. Only my dick and vocal chords will work. Halfheartedly at that.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Patrick CrerandBraxton & Hicks never played Vaudeville for laughs. There was no curtain to this bloody show. We, the husbands, sat in the boardroom and waited for mothers to pee.… more
