There I’d be, their pumpkin coachman with the Johnny Depp glued to my face, passing out business cards. Didn’t get many takers, but I did get some Polaroids of buxom blondes pissing in the alley, steam rising from the pavement. Art!… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Rowan’s First Week
FICTION by Scott MilesRowan tells me he’s here to file a request to contest a restraining order filed by his wife, Ambrosia. “Like the marshmallow salad?” I ask. No, Rowan says, and then he mentions something about immortality and ancient Greek mythology and I snooze on him.… more
Partial Guide to Being Half-Mexican
FICTION by Nicholas LeónThe first thing you should do is admit you will never be full Mexican. You will never do this. The second thing you should do is make good on the threat you made to Oscar at lunch the other day and show him your Dad at Fall Festival coming up.… more
A Dollar Bill
FICTION by Jacqueline ChouShe said you could take a hundred-dollar bill, and step on it, and get it all dirty. You could drop it on the ground, and a dog could take a dump on it. But you still wouldn’t throw that Benjamin away. Because it was still worth a hundred dollars.… more
Brother
FICTION by Fran KursztejnVenezuela was bombed. We bombed them, I mean. These things don’t just go and happen. I had the feeling, because of events that happened later, important events to the story, but no more or less important than the bombing, that I bombed them, Venezuela I mean.… more
All Hackers Go To Hell
FICTION by Charley PaxosYou can kill everything in the game, an entire universe of things to murder, and the few things that you can’t kill, you can bring to life with cheat codes and then kill. Intense violence, blood and gore, Graphic Depictions of Harm has it all.… more
Squared to the Puck
FICTION by Gary James ErwinA man shouldn’t have to apologize for the smell of his own equipment or for what he tried to do to stay in shape.… more
The Elevator
FICTION by Kevin LoughrinExcept it’s not the light that causes me pain. It’s the darkness. I can hardly step out in the sun at all anymore, let alone stare at it. Cancer. The sun hates us, you know.… more
Van Cleef
FICTION by Caroline GiudiceMy life involves precision. Observation. Balance. Not everyone can keep it up. That’s why they falter. That’s why they leave shaken. Because they glimpse the truth. That everything they call leisure is, in fact, duty. To live well is to work without end.… more
Altar
FICTION by Anna KornfeldA therapist I saw once told me that I got off on the pain of being horribly dispensable. But what she didn’t understand, what someone like her could never comprehend, was that this way of living was my only form of protection.… more
