“What’s this talk of hunting with a twenty-two?” his dad says. “That’s too small a caliber.”
“Not if you want what you’re hunting to suffer,” Daryl says. “I want to take you into the woods, Dad, and shoot you a hundred times over before you die.”… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Guide My Slay
FICTION by Devin James Leonard
You Call It Grief
FICTION by Franklin C. ObiekweYou rue your giving your dog to that careless neighbor who had promised to bring him back after a walk. A walk indeed. A walk to meet with death. Fucking careless. Fucking stupid neighbor. You hope he dies too and rots in hell.… more
Hotline
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
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
Warm Mayonnaise
FICTION by m.e. gamlemOur corporate crusader would not allow his lactose intolerance to ruin his lunch. This was the only time he had to himself, the only part of his life that he didn’t necessarily enjoy so much as not suffer through. This was his only freedom.… more
The Lemans
FICTION by John JodzioThis was 1999 and travel agencies were getting killed off by the internet and I was selling my vintage 1972 Pontiac LeMans because my wife, Corrine, fucked an FBI agent in it.… more
Brand-New
FICTION by Joshua VigilThe doctor told me to be more juvenile with my sexuality. To rub myself up against furniture. Doorknobs. To mimic the actors on the pornos he had me watch, pushing my ass up and spreading myself wide. He was an amputee.… more
Poor Steve
FICTION by Albert RodriguezIt began, as these things often do, with a name—Steve—which struck me, even then, as appallingly flat. A name like an unbuttered toast, slightly burnt.… more
