Saturday, 3:20 PM. The woods behind school. Our plan to get stoned hits a snag when Danny and I happen upon a four-foot-deep hole, and stand peering down at our teacher, Mr. Jacobi, immobile at the bottom. An evil, booze-infused smell fills the air.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Fourth and Inches
FICTION by Tom AndesHe 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
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
