Short Story

Splinters

Deji Olukotun -

Tensing had said little during the drive and just navigated the potholes—gaping cavities now because of the...

I Am Having A Funeral

Mark Piekos -

I hate this place. I come here each morning at nine a.m. I am greeted with the frigidity of the security guard, dour and...

For the Benefit of Others

Roxane Gay -

Whenever my mother explains why she does things she resents having to do she says, noblesse oblige, nobility demands it. She tells me we...

Obliterating History – a guitar-making mystery, domination & submission in a small town garage (excerpt)

Jean Smith -

When Frank MacLean hears his wife's car pull into the driveway, he logs off the online dating site and deletes his browsing history. He's...

Eaten

Anu Jindal -

When I was a child, in my backyard, there grew a sapodilla tree. In the summer my parents would send...

Portrait #37, in Red

Christine Fadden -

“You should have forgotten their names by now,” Mike said. He sat in the driver’s seat like it was a living room chair, his left...

Carla

Ben Loory -

Carla wasn't a waitress, but she played one in the diner. What she really wanted to do was take photographs. She used to tell...

Craft

Nicole Schultz -

I’m parked kitty-corner from Lisa Scoccar’s one-story prefab, squinting into binoculars against the bald May sun, across her open yard of rutted dirt scattered...

Traces of Hugh

Greg Chandler -

Veronica stormed off set and just kept going. She blotted her sweaty, heavily made up face with the linen scrap she kept in the...

Stop and Jack Bean

Amanda Ackerman -

Many problems still remain, but I am not angry. Why is that? I live in this room and that is all that I do....