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August 28, 2025 | Fiction

The Misses

Grace Robins-Somerville

The room smelled like beer and sweat and crushed velvet. The air seemed to hum, hot and full of dust particles and guitar feedback. 

August 20, 2025 | Fiction

Breaking Character

Marie López

She wasn’t cruel. She smiled when he refilled her water glass. She asked about his mother. They had sex with the lights on.

August 19, 2025 | Fiction

Semantics, Darling

Liska Jacobs

That sudden clarity pierced through her: the baby’s soft blanket; the Frappuccino sweating in her hand, the grocery list in the diaper bag. All of this could change and when it did, she would cease to exist.

August 18, 2025 | Fiction

A Woman Like Liz, a Man Like Richard, and a Girl Like Me

Kelsey Kirk

Some girls become Liz. Some girls want to be her. Some just want her. A fictional short story about Liz, Richard and an anonymous anti-hero.

August 13, 2025 | Fiction

Mood Stabilizer

Peyton Gatewood

(Checking texts over lunch) Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon. That’s how my brain works.

August 12, 2025 | Fiction

New York Taught Me How to Love

Finnegan Schick

I remember listening to you play “Ashokan Farewell” on the violin, your head bowed, the notes clear and sorrowful

August 8, 2025 | Fiction

Person Under Train

Elizabeth Ellen

The last thing she remembered was Marty getting up to vomit. She considered, momentarily, getting up to help. She was still on her knees, her head turned sideways, in profile, on the couch, her arms dangling at her sides.

August 5, 2025 | Fiction

Leaving New Russia

Maxfield Francis Goldman

Liam refuses to speak to me now. Because, for once, I took action. Non-violent-action. Well, a series of actions, actually, the first of which was to invite him out for drinks when he came home for winter break.

August 1, 2025 | Fiction

The Regular

Lydia Barnes

At this remark, her forehead crinkled, and it was clear that she hadn’t remembered their previous meeting. This should have come as no surprise to Lyle, who had lived forty-three-years of un-memorability. His style of dress unremarkable, his height medium, his face neither handsome nor ugly...

July 29, 2025 | Fiction

Excerpt From 'Fresh, Green Life'

Sebastian Castillo

Even my skin appeared more limpid than it did when I was in my twenties, when I was always on some badly cut party drug, chain-smoking yellow American Spirits, and shoving late-night, grease-dripping food into my mouth.

July 25, 2025 | Fiction

rateyourboyfriend.com

Brittany Deitch

When I get home, I buy the rateyourboyfriend.com domain name for the $900 upfront fee

July 24, 2025 | Fiction

Practice Practice Practice

Tim Hardy

Darren had dropped out of art school after just six weeks, but he still insisted on referring to everything as his “practice”. Right now his practice involved sending fan letters to alt-lit

July 21, 2025 | Fiction

The Women (excerpts)

Shannon Waite

One of the men I’ve dated has a wooden cross erected in his front yard, and another guy drives a minivan.

July 18, 2025 | Fiction

Dust

Katie Haley

Three hits and down I went. Into the floor. Puddled and leaking through the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

July 17, 2025 | Fiction

A Pile of Clothes

Greg Gerke

I feel too sorry, I’m too tired, and though I desperately want to change my life, I’m not in a position to, which is to say I’ve taken up the position of defending my nondefendable position. Position underneath position.

July 10, 2025 | Fiction

Painted Blue

Kitty Saint-Rémy

The air felt so heavy that it would suffocate all language.

July 8, 2025 | Fiction

The Secret Admirer of Virginia Woolf

Helena Haitian Jiang

‘Eaten.’ He rectifies, his tongue flips out and recoils in saurian swiftness.

July 4, 2025 | Fiction

Read Sheet [DWJTM]

Ben Jahn

And by:

Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram account (@shortflightlongdrive). Come for the cougar stalking the line between avant-tasteful and not not ironic literary hot mom, stay for zooming in on the books in the background. Elizabeth Ellen’s Instagram. I’m liking it for the captions.

July 3, 2025 | Fiction

Sham Life

Leo Lasdun

My surroundings, though I’d moved through them prolifically as a child, seemed then like an opaque screen placed there to conceal something from me

June 30, 2025 | Fiction

Ceramics

Alpha Zhang

On the train to Avenue du Roi Albert, I knew that this would be the last time I would see her. Feeling time slip over my fingertips like waterflow, I decided I would savor the experience as fully as I

June 27, 2025 | Fiction

Pound-town, U.S.A.

Arielle Gordon

You’ll know you’re entering pound-town, U.S.A. if you start to lie a lot

June 20, 2025 | Fiction

A Few Words about My Son

David Samuel Levinson

Because isn’t that the true nature of love, protecting each other from our wickedest parts?

June 17, 2025 | Fiction

What Is the Moon Called?

Michael Robert Liska

The moon men decided to come to Earth because they didn’t like the way the Earth people were always staring at them. Whenever they looked up at that enormous blue orb through their telescope, the

June 16, 2025 | Fiction

McDonald’s

Nick Dove

Take another fry to further the feeling.

June 13, 2025 | Fiction

Bad Dog

Adeline Swartzendruber

If I was a dog, I wouldn't be responsible for my own life.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks! 

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc."   -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz