Fiction

Kate Durbin -

Close up shot of office building on Wilshire Boulevard. The sky is blue behind the gray building. Interior shot of office. A woman stands...

Andrew Kaufman -

David Bishop was driving to his mother’s house for dinner when he checked his cell phone and found ninety-eight messages. Every one was from...

Kathleen Brown -

Leon is leaving Toronto tomorrow. Toronto is a city, a notion of a city, a city en route, a map, adrift, an imaginary allotrope...

Jac Jemc -

“You tell me,” Buzzard whispers in my ear. Buzzard and I made a baby, but that baby ain’t anything like we’d ever expected....

Danila Botha -

I’m at the corner of Bloor and Ossington and, all of a sudden, it's really hot. The sun is hitting me directly in the...

Anne Swan -

Let’s say you get hit with something. And we say get well soon and tell you that you’ll be running and working and flirting...

Robert James Russell -

Six PM. Thursday night. Jack’s Café Bar. Usually called Jack’s. Sometimes The Jack. College crowd hasn’t come yet, which...

Jeremy Jasper -

The light glistened on the pane of broken glass when I woke up that morning. I hurried out of bed to jerk the...

Patrick J. Salem -

Let me say right off that if any of you mooks repeats this story to Eric or Max or the other guys from school,...

Martin Brinkmann translated by Neil Blackadder -

The bus accelerates up the gentle slope leading from the wide street on to the small brightly lit bridge that takes it over a...