He still woke up with blood in his mouth, the taste of the mouthguard, turf, the smell of someone’s cleat or the stink of pads or a jockstrap, and the blood was real. Still woke up as if he were under that pile of bodies, fourth and inches on that game-winning drive.… more
Category Archives: Fiction
Domestic Punk
Fiction by Grant MaierhoferWelcome to the bubbling river idiot. Welcome to all idiots upon the river. It’s the day on which the bodies will be buoys in their tubes.… more
Belonged to Someone
Fiction by Brian Stephen EllisAnd the void opened up in my mind, a vast blankness at the edge of a bright red line of boundary, and I didn’t fully understand.… more
Gable Massey Makes a Movie
Fiction by Scott GouldHe wanted to make a movie about love… He didn’t know when to turn the camera off.… more
April
Fiction by Morgan HarlowWhen her grandfather died April told June that she hated being his granddaughter but it was what she had always been and June said, you will always be rich and I will always be poor and April said, yes, funny isn’t it to think we used to think we could change all that.… more
One Hundred Knives
Fiction by Josh DaleI made a rule in the old apartment not to answer the phone during exercise time, but this was a new house, my house. I make a new rule, pull the phone out.… more
Ralphie is a Good Boy
Fiction by Sacha BissonnetteRalphie is a good dog. We say “Good boy!” and “Good doggie!” because Ralphie can wait patiently for his turn to eat. Ma says, “Patience is a virtue.” So when Ralphie waits patiently by the table for us to be done, Ma lets him clean up the scraps. Ralphie is a Golden Lab. He is… more
The Long (But Not Inappropriate) Goodbye
Fiction by David A. GrayThe door to my office burst open and in walked a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window. Let me say for the record that the bishop in question, well, he/she/they needs/need to get a grip on him/herself/themselves, maybe get some counselling. I have a number he/she/they can… more
Bolt Action
Fiction by Shaun Anthony McMichaelAt first, Jessica thinks it’s the darkness that her body needs to escape. Their tent’s air pocket of darkness. The forests’ surrounding miles of darkness. She is scrambling away from the darkness. Not the explosions opening wounds into that darkness.… more
Nemluvím Cesky
Fiction by Andy BodingerWhen they were dating, Tomáš chatted endlessly about all the Americans and Brits and Aussies he had befriended online over the family computer in his adolescence. He talked about how many of them disappeared completely, leaving behind only the legacy of their grammars and vocabularies; the composite parts he fashioned into fluency. Tomáš was an amalgamation of all things. And she forgave his forgetfulness because his memory worked like his control of Czech, English, Russian, so languid and free, until it would suddenly freeze, where a clever synthesis perched on the tip of his tongue. In these moments there was an intellectual bent to his stoppage, watching his brain scour the vast traffic of networks for one more piece of something to share with her. And when he found it, it came out as a hiccup-sized yawp.… more
