Donnie Trainor always felt that a somewhat-measurable distance existed between what he was and what he thought he should be. The distance between what Donnie wanted and what he had—what he was and what he thought he should be—made him desperate.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
House Show
FICTION by Zachary KocandaCal suggested that his children should meet a “true American hero,” and maybe John Hinckley Jr. would gift them a guitar pick they could bring to show-and-tell.… more
i m ok r u
FICTION by Patrick HuellerYou better believe she doesn’t give two craps about his whereabouts or well-being; she just wants to make him feel guilty about being a bad dad, as if it’s his fault she’d kicked him out for yelling too loudly at the TV.… more
Gregor Samsa takes the exam on The Metamorphosis listed on the “Intro to Lit” syllabus for January 20th, 2025
FICTION by Nathan ElliottOne morning, Gregor Samsa woke from a night of uneasy dreams to find that he had become a series of questions and answers on an exam.… more
The Duplex
FICTION by Aimee ParkisonOnce he made his first million, he disassociated from the outside world and got deeper into the game. I suspect the diaper thing started after he had at least six million in the bank.… more
If I Did It, It’s Only Because Jeff Bezos Ruined My Life
FICTION by Belicia RheaWhatever I need? Jeff Bezos is there. Cement? Shovel? Flesh-eating acid? He delivers it right to my door. Because this isn’t my first rodeo, and Jeff has already supplied all my tools, I probably don’t even need his help for this one.… more
Bulls Eye
FICTION by David LefkowitzWhat kind of embrace led to your conception? Was it loving? Mechanical? Or a drunken bed rattler? Does the spirit in which the effort is undertaken affect the outcome? Everyone has a story, but my father couldn’t tell his. He lacked the guts to write about what he knew.… more
Silver Balloon
FICTION by Leon ColemanArms rise towards the sky, a foil bubble of helium floats over the yard, higher and higher. It causes quite a commotion, bunches of convicts looking up like children. Some laugh; others watch in silence. I try my best to memorise it in detail. And then it’s gone.… more
Stigmatist
FICTION by Odin MeadowsCalvin looked kind of pretty, with his plumes of curly hair, sprawled in the grass, surrounded by a ring of white clover blossoms.… more
There Are Too Many TV’s in American Restaurants
FICTION FLASH FICTION by Terena Elizabeth BellEllen has chicken in her mouth when the president is shot. Momma has chicken, Andrew has chicken, we’re all eating chicken.… more
