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March 26, 2025 | Fiction

Tonight

Waseem Mainuddin

Harry forgot the rest of last night’s monologue, and just saw the crowd laughing. Applause was okay if it was accompanied by laughter, he just didn’t want to ask for claps. But laughs? In this world, people need to laugh.

March 20, 2025 | Fiction

The Bright African Son

Ava Sophia Brown

I extended my time at the Hotel de Paris to fall into the bad habit of making love to the maid. And to recover and regain my strength, as my flu-ish bug was stubborn and I feared being on the road for too long with it.

March 19, 2025 | Fiction

Groan

Joseph Pfister

When they ask you how your massage went, the first thing out of your mouth is a confession.

March 17, 2025 | Fiction

Thrashing: elevated spectral entropy of local behavior under conditions of global pseudospectral tightening

Josh Lovins

The idea behind this silencing was that new views might have an easier time taking hold if the old one weren't always barging into the fish schools and stamping on the new view's seeds before the seeds had latched. 

March 14, 2025 | Fiction

Plant Hospital

Elizabeth Ellen

I think HH resented me for making him feel pedestrian, a cliché to himself; the male artist requesting a sort of self-censorship of the female artist on his behalf. (Image is everything and/but he wanted to control his; I had no right to it, to my version of it/him, in his male mind.)

March 13, 2025 | Fiction

Engineer

Audrey Lee

I wondered if ingenue had any etymological roots to engineer in Russian, which sounds the same as ingenue in English, and also wondered if Mikhail would sleep next to me again if I asked him to.

March 12, 2025 | Fiction

In Real Life

Chris Wu

Finally she told him she was feeling the same way, but that she didn’t have the words for it. Just the emoji of the face with only eyes and nothing else.

March 11, 2025 | Fiction

The Friendly Ghost

Chris R. Morgan

The more lucid among them felt an uplift in his presence; as if, as one patient put it, they were passengers on a luxury ocean liner bound for Europe.

March 6, 2025 | Fiction

Brothers

Ian Curtis

Victor clenched a fist, ignoring the jab of pain from his broken finger, and raised it to Roy. “Brothers?” Roy glanced at him—his blue eyes, so aloof. So tired.

March 5, 2025 | Fiction

Crass

Troy Anderson

A hyper-masculine man with politics that are probably messy and a bio that says NO FATS NO FEMS but then why does he smile every time he calls me his baby girl? 

February 28, 2025 | Fiction

Danielle D

Erick Bradshaw

It was cold out.

He never did meet the kid.

He arrived in the city with an STD.

February 27, 2025 | Fiction

Swim At Your Own Risk

Justine Anastasia

Don’t worry. Birdie closed her eyes. It’s fine.

February 19, 2025 | Fiction

Cowards

Jacob Seferian

Max excused himself to the restroom where he sat on the toilet, pants on to Google “how to break up with someone.”

February 14, 2025 | Fiction

Amygdala Disco Party

Sivan Lavie

You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.

February 13, 2025 | Fiction

The Story of White Water: A White Guy with a Sweat Lodge

Natalie Storey

We knew, for example, that according to 23 and Me, White Water didn’t have even a trace of indigenous blood, not even Cherokee, not even if you went back four generations.

February 12, 2025 | Fiction

Lester

Mr. Omar King

Wishfully thinking. Not really living up to those thoughts. I know it ain’t gonna happen and I know when this is over, I will go home, come back to my loneliness like clockwork.

February 11, 2025 | Fiction

Karen

Lorraine Casazza

Karen is tired.

January 30, 2025 | Fiction

Protandry

George Salis

Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.

January 24, 2025 | Fiction

Odd Light

Brad Kelly

He’d been by himself now for months except for game night with his colleagues and so he multiplied 13 by 47 in his head and divided it down until it was a trace behind the decimal point and then he asked her if she would like to meet him for a coffee downtown.

January 23, 2025 | Fiction

Heaven Is A Table at 1 OAK

Lucie Turkel

with beer bongs and messy boys who didn’t know how to do anything but shove shoulders down for head

January 17, 2025 | Fiction

The Last American Woman

Elizabeth Ellen

Over the next few days, through a method of trial and error, I taught myself the basics of frontier survival.

January 15, 2025 | Fiction

Spooky Action at a Distance

Alexander Hackett

 

You're glowing, she said. And why would I be glowing? It can't be the gutrot wine, or last week's fast food lunches. It can't be my Quasimodo limp, I smashed my toe on a fire hydrant trying to

January 10, 2025 | Fiction

Breaststroke

Talia Vyadro

 

When she used to swim at night her bones cut through water like perforating paper. It was always the same ritual, pants off first with a slight shimmy, arms up high overhead to get rid of the

January 8, 2025 | Fiction

Backtrack and Prune

Josh Lovins

It is a horrible thing to lose a friend, they said, and their saying this made him angry. What did they understand? They didn't understand a single thing.

January 7, 2025 | Fiction

Passenger

selen ozturk

My dad’s passed, my dad says. He’s driving to cremate and bury him. He tears one minute further from me. Two. His phone clatters on the dashboard. Horns and curses. He says BEEP fuck, if I could BEEP

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