The day six version of him was an ugly puddle of a man—his shattered knees spreading, his severed nubs flexing, his bagged kitten remonstrations now guttural and sullen. The sting to him had returned, his scheming soul looking to grab, his sawdust compassion dried to a sneering paste.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
A Breakdown
FICTION by Shaun Anthony McMichaelI like a little junk in the trunk. I ain’t your typical white guy.… more
Outed by the Storm
FICTION by Heather Clague“You know how things happen and your brain just can’t quite compute, it all seems like some hilarious joke. I can handle everything else, but the idea of lying awake another night wanting to strangle an innocent woman snoring on the cot next to me—”
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The Field
FICTION by Sean Padraic McCarthyYou went to school, went to Mass every Sunday, whether you liked it or not, made the sacraments, blew out birthday candles each year on your day, finished high school and went to college, and that was that—there was no arguing other options.… more
Have an egg rolll baby
FICTION by John McMahonA television mounted high on the opposite wall showed white women with facelifts and fake tits screeching at one another while drinking wine. He checked the time on his phone. Leaving the house for even an hour was taking a chance.… more
Vanishing Point
FICTION by George SingletonOn about the fortieth time I wrenched the steering wheel all the way to the left he said, “Just pull out. You did good enough.” I thought about this guy a lot in college, when I was with my girlfriend.… more
Miss Anthrope
FICTION by Ash AndersonTomorrow I’ll be legal, but I was thirteen when I discovered, sitting before a mirror with my legs butterflied, that I had an ugly vagina.… more
Chasing a Hole
FICTION by Loren KimChinooks blow misgivings for days. But with each warm lungful the possibility of re-greening is inhaled and felt. Change may not be in the cards for me, but for a few more hours, maybe a day or two, it will feel like a possibility, remote and slight, but nonetheless, a possibility.… more
The Last Ride
FICTION by Kate SjostrandWithin three weeks, he’d gone from six steady hands to eleven. Eight men, three women. Tattoos. Scars. Nervous smiles. Hard eyes. All of them wanting something….He respected that. Wanting something was how you stayed alive.… more
Hard Drives
FICTION by Duke StewartI didn’t want to talk to Harvey about stars. I wanted to ask him, Have you ever kissed someone who didn’t contain 99.9 percent of your DNA?… more
