Savannah had watched the man come up the walk minutes before, noting his crisp strides, the way each foot landed on the instep instead of the heel-toe, heel-toe approach of most men. He had oddly put out his palm to press the doorbell, and Savannah knew she had to answer. The man now sat across… more
Author Archives: BULL Author
Three Fishermen
FICTION by Alexandros PlasatisHe was jealous of them, of the immigrants, of their boldness, their adventures, but he wouldn’t admit it, and he looked at them and they looked at him, and the space in-between was trapped in guilt, his and theirs.… more
Comets
FICTION by Joseph Allen CostaDel, a struggling cabinetmaker, lucks into seven garbage bags of wild growing pot and sees it as a way to start his own shop.… more
Remote Controls and Menus (XVII)
FICTION by Mathew SerbackThings that go hand and hand – like professional wrestling and pornography.… more
The Bass
FICTION by Ashleigh Bryant PhillipsI know I can get better if I want to. Everybody can get better if they want to. At the Duck Thru the black ladies are talking ‘bout the Bradley man that used to be sheriff in Halifax County. He killed himself yesterday. Melissa’s rescue squad was called out to it. They say he… more
Cigarettes and Whiskey and No Sex for You
FICTION by Steve LovettSo, I started trying to figure out how she might be right, because I love her, and I trust her, and sometimes I think she might save me when I’m in the mood to think I need saving…… more
Patriotism Is Not the Province of the Selfish
FICTION by Joseph S. PeteThey’re the kind of people who got theirs and, well, screw everyone else. They’re the kind of people who don’t ladle stew in soup kitchens, pick up litter on beaches, plant flowers for neighborhood beautification projects, or raise wooden frames for Habitat for Humanity.… more
American Cheese
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Cameron SnyderWhen your brother moves out, his room will be your room, as a sort of hand-me-down, like a pair of Jnco Jeans or a chain wallet.… more
Biopsy
FICTION by Vance VoylesHe’d never been to a strip club, but he imagined they were full of Shelby’s.… more
The Gallows Fifty Cubits High
FICTION by Katie ArmstrongAll I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.… more
