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Night Without
Nathan Reinke
this one guy keeps trying to talk about the impoverished state of the arts which among other things is making me desperately want to do the drugs I brought
Mother's Cheese
Maeve Barry
A diagram shows a mother with porn-star proportions holding her breast, pinching the nipple, milking herself into the cylinder. Squirt, Shake, Wait, the directions tell me.
Für Elske and the landlord, Mr Koen Leeuwens
Arturo Desimone
The attic room in the student town of Ordrecht went for 365, 52 euros monthly, not including the safety-deposit, called borg in Dutch.
“Lucky boy, just too late. Because we have crisis in Holland,
Playground
Andrew Hahn
In the mornings, the woman sees her husband off to work in her night dress, sometimes with curlers in her hair. After he leaves, she always lights a cigarette and stands with the glass-paned storm door cracked open. I can tell the inside of their house smells like knock-off Estée Lauder and menthol smoke.
Beefy Appetizer
Ila Kumar
My professor is French. You can tell by her voice, and because she just told us that she and her husband met through adultery, as if it was an app on your phone.
The After Party
Ruby Sutton
Sarah has just been promoted at the publishing house, and I realize she thinks she is doing her job at this party
Four Ways to Handle Adrian's Relapse
Kate Wisel
Smile in heavy make-up, feeling like a pill is stuck in your throat.
SOLO PLAYER LOB
Peppy Ooze
A snag with Monday is I have to neck all three of my Subtext in one go. Each under the tongue. The man who administers, Sven, can’t be arsed to say why but he’s a pure archcretin.
Two Stories
David Kuhnlein
I imagined finding him hanged beneath the creak of a taut rope as often as I didnt.
IN RELATIONSHIP
Greg Gerke
That’s why we are “in relationship,” to deliberately alienate each other’s unhappiness—to build an incredible shrine to unhappiness that would be seen for miles in a flatland, if such a shrine could be visible.
Mr. Binky's Adult Superstore
Jazz Boothby
I spent the next couple hours grooming myself and getting drunk. I was sick all the time back then.
Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Who’s The Biggest Asshole Of Them All
Steve Anwyll
I blast the airhorn before the lump on the floor knows what’s going on.
Jersey Devil’s Breath
Anna Krivolapova
Every winter, the Jersey Shore freezes into an old car in the driveway, tarped and bricked until May.
Maximo the Magnificent
Adam Johnson
How they stabbed me and got away with it!
How to Cruise When You Know Nothing
Z.H. Gill
He came down my throat, I slurped it all up.
Partial Suicide
Troy James Weaver
Everything tended to with love bears fruit they told me.
Mrs Narcissus
James Nulick
How much would you pay to have an honest conversation with yourself?
Sixty Percent
Will Bindloss
He turns up late to almost all of his final exams, answers whatever questions he feels like and defaces the rest of the paper.
Natalie, My Chaperone
Cash Compson
I lie in bed a long time before sleep comes. I wonder if I love Natalie or if I’m just so bored and I’m turning fleeting, tiny moments into full scale cinematic affairs in my head.
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Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!