Short Story

David Gordon -

“The only thing I like better than bringing a beautiful woman to orgasm,” the minotaur told Kenneth, “is killing a cop.” He held up his...

Shelly Oria -

Helena takes out her sketch pad and I put a soft hand over the blank page ...

Grady Chambers -

I read once about twenty-foot swells in the middle of Lake Michigan, about some North Shore lawyer who went out sailing one Sunday...

Sadi Muktadir -

Unspoken facts are unspoken for a reason. Nobody had to tell the first men and women not to snitch. You don’t snitch. You don’t...

Gideon Jacobs -

In 2024, the unofficial first day of spring fell on the official...

Pete Segall -

The imagined fights I get into with people who don’t know me are growing ever less gratifying. What do you call a figure in the...

Duncan Birmingham -

There’s an old saying in yellow journalism: Once you go tabloid, you never go back. Meaning you’ve blown your credibility and burned your bridge...

Esty G. Hayim -

Translated from the Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan I wanted to run away. Who comes to the emergency...

K.K. Fox -

She knew Mr. Buddy’s silhouette, out in the early morning hours watering his lawn. As the sun...

Dana Schwartz -

It looks like that hotel from The Shining, Rebecca thinks as they pull into the looping driveway of the Catskills resort. She opens the...