Where’s the writers? The friends? The music? The beach bonfire? The laughter? But there is no party. I’m it. I’m the party.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
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FICTION by Brett BiebelIf you’re not rich or famous or powerful, then you’re just you, the guy nobody wants to hear whine.… more
Goat Rock
FICTION by Adam ForresterAs I climb, I remember all the times I’ve gotten ear infections from lake water that looked just like the green, muddy water below. I look down again and see the sign on the bank next to Damion. NO SWIMMING, it says. I keep climbing. Damion keeps shouting.… more
ALL OF MY FEVER DREAMS ARE UPSIDE DOWN.
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonI trusted without knowing how to trust. I laughed without understanding why we laugh. It’s why later in life I could inflict pain without care. It’s why I hide behind a poker face whenever I walk into a room full of people.… more
Burning Your Abuser’s House to the Ground, You Receive a Vision
FLASH FICTION by Arik M.You will not notice any customers, or how they flinch to not see you—you, a woman covered in soot; you, stinking of char; they, who for all these years you could greet only with mumbling, with a lump in your throat.… more
Everybody Knows That Paul McCartney Died in a Car Crash in 1966
FICTION by John Waddy BullionAfter you parted ways, you to your tour bus, your parents their station wagon to sign the non-disclosure agreements, what unasked questions would still linger between you, the way that ancient regrets linger like trapped smoke in empty dive bars?… more
Three Middle-Aged Men Telling Scary Stories Around A Campfire
FICTION by Chris ScottEverything is exactly how they remember it: Three 21-year-old shitheads, disheveled with bad haircuts, ratty clothes, ugly macho postures. Except there’s a fourth guy this time, in between them, his arms hung around their shoulders.… more
A Phone Call With My Sister
FLASH FICTION by Macy CraigI ask my sister if she’s been drinking, and she says of course not. I hear her click her tongue, so I know she’s lying. I open the fridge. Something’s rotting in the vegetable drawer, but I don’t want to dig around right now.… more
Notes on Leaving–1985
FLASH FICTION by John WegnerForgetting is a blessing, your dad slurs at you over the mac and cheese. You sit quietly until he leaves the table. You wish you could hear your mom’s voice. You hope she’s trying to remember yours, too.… more
Epic Workplace Judo/Karate Fight
FLASH FICTION by Nick GregorioAnyway, we’re doling out a hundred thousand skull-shattering kicks per second. Running up walls and punching support beams in half and smashing office equipment to bits. A crowd gathers because of all the righteous moves. They’re pretty impressed.… more
