Short Story

The Last Dance

Sandra Filippelli -

Oumar towers over me, takes my sweaty white palm in his gentle hand, and leads me onstage. We’re in a packed theatre somewhere...

Prenatal

Hal Niedzviecki -

Hey! it blurts. Hey! Charlie looks around. A voice in her head. She’s alone in the bedroom. Hey! In here! She feels it, a rumbling deep in...

The King Is Dead

Nathan Sellyn -

“I’m taking my talents to South Beach,” the King said. Not to me, but to the Mayor. At least, that’s what Carl Gibson told...

August: an excerpt from Follow Me Down

Kio Stark -

It’s dusk on a Saturday, I’m out walking. There’s a man, unsteady on his feet, with a long, curled-handle umbrella. He’s holding it up...

Interview Questions For Randy Savage

Nathaniel G. Moore -

Hello Randy, Thanks for taking the time to talk with me. Sorry I missed you. My name is Ricky Galore and I have a lot...

A Happy Place

Arjun Basu -

The sun rises. As it must. And the sky is cloudless and the kind of blue you want to see in the eyes of...

Sky Blue

Lisa Pike Fiorindi -

It wasn’t until just after her fortieth year that she wanted to steal a baby. Marguerite had heard of this before. This kind of...

Bessarabian Stamps

Oleg Woolf translated by Boris Dralyuk -

IV. Valia and Cantonist Cantonist left the melancholy district center, which lay besprinkled with solar dandruff, to put in his compulsory military service. One...

The Chamber of the Enigma

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....

Your Disappearing Theme

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...