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The Biggest Ball In the World
Robert McCready
In late July, in the mid-nineties, I begged Mom and her fiancé Paul to buy me a big ball at Roses department store.
Excerpt from NIAGARA FALLS, NY
Ric Royer
I'm sure a terrible something has occurred at every inhabitable coordinate.
luv letters
tori canning
in the middle of the night i will sit on your leg on a swivel chair, watching your favorite music videos, galvanizing our similarities. we transport ourselves into the future.
The Dead Things Club
Michael Robert Liska
I borrowed my mother’s car and went to the mall a lot and stole things, which I then threw into the dumpster outside. One time I drank an entire bottle of Nyquil and almost died, but nobody noticed.
BEHEAD ME TWICE
Z.H. Gill
For two years I worked in the office of a famous Christian singer as he approached the end of his life.
Screed Master
Anne Marie Wirth Cauchon
I didn’t like him at first. Seemed like a motherfucker. Girls-dripping-off-him-type, but rough. Scared me & pissed me off, how he looked me up & down. That force, that asshole face, eyes like daggers daring me to see what would happen if I didn’t.
The Equinox
Läilä Örken
Storm clouds dangle from the sky, the colour and consistency of wet cotton. Way back in the nineties, when long plastic sausages of cotton discs were a luxury that only the cornucopian West could
Incontrovertible Proof that You Are an Asshole
Michael Schoch
I would talk to the doll, then it would talk back to me, reflecting me to myself. And then I’d adjust my behavior accordingly. And, eventually, become a better, less annoying person. It’s kind of genius in a way?
Etymologies
Bud Jennings
Under a contrived knit brow, his eyes aimlessly drifted among a thicket of words, until they happened to stop on depling, noun, German to Middle English, a child born to older parents, and thus he found a new label for himself, more succinct than his mother’s change-of-life baby and less piercing than faggot, which Joey Novakis and his friends would blurt as they passed him in the school hallways.
Self-Love is an Act of War
Toby McCasker
A furious hellhound runs at her. Katja kicks this final test away. Lashes a heel into the beast’s sternum. And she feels nothing. Numbed somehow inside her phalanx of a thousand suns. Only rags and ragged breathing, one of her eyes damaged red to melting: She feels nothing.
The Director’s Girlfriend
Callie Zucker
You were familiar with this posture, of a girl waiting for someone to notice her not notice them.
Anatomy of a Ruined Wingspan
John Madera
There are times when you just want to go up to no one in particular, and say, “Fuck you and the nutsack that held nightmare-you for x amount of time,” even if, and perhaps especially when, the eventual target is your own face.
After Women
Chloe Caldwell
I have a dream, after selling this book, someone asks me what it’s about. I explain and they say, So, the narrator is still pining after Finn? They put emphasis on the word ‘still.’
Escapement
Daisy Alioto
Men are tyrants with their time; but women are tyrants with the eternal.
Sitting House
Robert Nazar Arjoyan
Wafts of ancient loam and wet wood. He had viewed it all with sickening fascination, the swiftness with which something so solid could be torn asunder, cored completely.
The Branzino
Greta Schledorn
I’ve always wanted someone to tell me what I want, to sell me on a life I want to live.
Bombs Bursting In Air: From New York to the Crystal Coast with the Wartime Author
Derek Maine
Literature is happening all of the time, all around us, all at once.
Evel Knievels
md wheatley
I was driving down the freeway listening to Third Eye Blind way too loud
Future Present
Brad Phillips
Bobby was going down, not on a woman or a man but fast and with extreme force into the frost covered asphalt of a Holiday Inn parking lot, five minutes from the Detroit airport.
The Redhead
S.H. Woodgeard
My father is talking fast, telling me how the redhead is waiting for him.
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Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!