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You Belong with Me
Nicola Maye Goldberg
This place looks haunted as shit.
Three Days 'til Christmas in the Kmart off Hoffmeyer Road
md wheatley
You touch everything you see. You want everything you touch.
Veselka
Sara Sherr
Picture me, splayed on the bed on top of Liz. I’m wearing a pink thong, she’s still in her jeans. She spanks me; I deserve it. She spanks me again. My breath flees my lungs, a flock of geese taking
What If We Did Something Amazing
Robert McCready
Uncle Dale says, “We’re lucky that none of us can fly.”
Rebranding Mom
Harris Sockel
We found ourselves in Kohl’s a few months later. I was home for the holidays, and Mom and I were standing in the women’s department, staring at shelves of bargain business casual.
Patient One
Meg Tuite
The human race was absurd and overwrought. Men were feeble-minded narcissists and women, acoustic blowhorns with an endless flurry of wind.
new snake
Rosalind Margulies
your uncle has a whiteboard on his wall and on it it says TO DO: TELL TERRY YOU LOVE HER. he wrote that you don’t know how many years ago. terry was his girlfriend but she’s dead now
The Valley (a void)
Vanessa Roveto
Against cloudless skies, any of the available disorders are at your disposal.
A Similar Solitude
Rachel A.G. Gilman
I swore off intimacy for a long time and tried to replicate the feeling with a heating pad, a body pillow, and a vibrator but ended up most nights just crying in bed with a bottle of vodka.
Spree Skazz
Peppy Ooze
I said to Martin Amis once, told him Augie March is a jazz beat novel and he said his son reckons that
My Rock and Roll Fantasy: aka My 3 Day Psychotic Break
Andrea Taylor
I felt like a fool in the rain as I sat under the shower head.
Offer of Employment
Steve Gergley
Now she wore a menacing permutation of the cheerful, customer-service smile he had seen her display earlier.
Grief Is Information: A Review Of Blake Butler's 'Molly'
Danielle Chelosky
Molly, in its three hundred and twelve pages, transcends time and space, life and death.
How a Would-Be Incel Taught Me That People Can Change
Gwen Kansen
The seductress in my head smiled and said “What else am I not allowed to talk about, Avery?”
But we were just going to be friends.
Four poems from "KNOWING ME THE WANTING NEVER ENDS"
Bertie Brandes
The fantasies I’ve been having
Are so awful
Stations of the Cross
Philip Traylen
and what’s the point, really, of casual sex, except to melt the ghosts off someone’s face
The Curious Case of Dumbledore, Transplants, and God
Ethan Kahana
When reciting the Ten Plagues in Hebrew, we customarily dip our knives into our wine glass for each plague and set a drop of wine on our dinner plate.
Dead Man Brilliant
K Hank Jost
There’s not a thought in the throb. Not an inkling in the coppery clatter of his mouth. There’s only the turn. Only the fist: fast, everything behind it.
Territory
Franz Jørgen Neumann
She thought he was going to kill her this time, but that was one of the unspoken rules: no killing each other. Also: no kitchen knives, no purpose-built weapons of any kind. No screaming, either. Neighbors, the police—they wouldn’t understand.