Fiction

We’re kicked out of the party and John follows a few steps behind me toward the subway. I keep my eyes on the ground...

Months passed. He got a call from Glenn saying a railroad friend had come by, talking of a few half-starved horses by the state...

I have ten seconds. Or at least that’s what it seems like. I reach for my backpack, but it's far off on the other...

“Taz, yo, no shit, Taz just goes off on him!” Hector was all bouncing around in the big cracked leather chair by the window in...

“Mark Phillips.” “What? Sorry?”  “Mark Phillips.”  “How do you know my name?”  “You don’t remember me.”  “I’m sorry, no I don’t.”  “Think.”  “I am.”  “Think harder.”  “Yeah.  Well, I’m thinking hard.”   “Right. Think...

After his wife died in childbirth, the man raised his daughter up until the September she left for college. That October, the man sorted...

“People don’t save people, Annie,” he says. It is the morning after and Alex is being gentle but firm with me, like he has...

I was born in a laundromat in Paris, Ontario. If you knew Gina you wouldn’t think it was that weird. Gina is my mother....

The kids we play from downstate like to say it’s inbreeding, the reason our skin is neon green, our teeth blue, our hands like...

He came to the conclusion that the primary difference between what he did and what the Nazis did in the death camps was that...