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September 30, 2026 | Fiction

WHO ELSE IS COMING TO THE HOUSE?

Caroline Henley

Lothar took a bold step towards Tom and sniffed Tom’s sweating, planted hand. “I think they’re friendly? If we don’t scare them?”  

September 30, 2026 | Fiction

WHO ELSE IS COMING TO THE HOUSE?

Caroline Henley

Lothar took a bold step towards Tom and sniffed Tom’s sweating, planted hand. “I think they’re friendly? If we don’t scare them?”  

September 29, 2026 | Fiction

My Successful Real Estate Career

Kate Nerone

Perhaps, I thought, I belonged on the laundry room discard shelf with “still good?” written across my forehead.

September 29, 2026 | Fiction

My Successful Real Estate Career

Kate Nerone

Perhaps, I thought, I belonged on the laundry room discard shelf with “still good?” written across my forehead.

September 29, 2026 | Fiction

The Faces Live

Thomas Smith

Once a story ends it can be owned.

September 29, 2026 | Fiction

The Faces Live

Thomas Smith

Once a story ends it can be owned.

September 28, 2026 | Fiction

Keith’s Wondrous Moment

David Glekel

The description stated that it needed to be handled with gloves, which was a little frightening for something that was supposed to be ingested.

September 28, 2026 | Fiction

Keith’s Wondrous Moment

David Glekel

The description stated that it needed to be handled with gloves, which was a little frightening for something that was supposed to be ingested.

September 28, 2026 | Fiction

THE DEBT COLLECTOR

We get quite hungry, you know, never touching the ground.

September 28, 2026 | Fiction

THE DEBT COLLECTOR

We get quite hungry, you know, never touching the ground.

September 23, 2026 | Fiction

Hypnic Jerks

Zoë Rose

A couple months ago my mother and I had to dig up my grandmother's grave. I looked away from her face. My mother didn’t: her eye is gone, her skin is gone, and her mouth is a big hole.

September 23, 2026 | Fiction

Hypnic Jerks

Zoë Rose

A couple months ago my mother and I had to dig up my grandmother's grave. I looked away from her face. My mother didn’t: her eye is gone, her skin is gone, and her mouth is a big hole.

September 22, 2026 | Fiction

Old Man and a Monk

Dylan Smith

Three months out of the year I get to file for unemployment. I swim, I paint, and I try not to fuck things up. I have a real tendency to fuck my life up.

September 22, 2026 | Fiction

Old Man and a Monk

Dylan Smith

Three months out of the year I get to file for unemployment. I swim, I paint, and I try not to fuck things up. I have a real tendency to fuck my life up.

September 21, 2026 | Fiction

THE MANY MEN IN MY LAS MENINAS 

Greg Gerke

If I got what I wanted I would actually be doing what I’d wanted to do all along, step inside not history, but living art itself. And for this I would undoubtedly be considered a bad mother—many easily burning me at the stake.

September 21, 2026 | Fiction

THE MANY MEN IN MY LAS MENINAS 

Greg Gerke

If I got what I wanted I would actually be doing what I’d wanted to do all along, step inside not history, but living art itself. And for this I would undoubtedly be considered a bad mother—many easily burning me at the stake.

September 4, 2026 | Fiction

Confession

Ashley Yang-Thompson

I showed up at a bar that served free meatballs in a red slip I bought at my local Chinese dollar store, hoping to get high on a charmed stranger. 

September 4, 2026 | Fiction

Confession

Ashley Yang-Thompson

I showed up at a bar that served free meatballs in a red slip I bought at my local Chinese dollar store, hoping to get high on a charmed stranger. 

August 21, 2026 | Fiction

Through Donkey Jaw

Dickie

This was only a few months after I lost my husband, and much of that time is a blur. I still felt as if there was something between me and the world. In some lights it was a window, in others a mirror.

August 21, 2026 | Fiction

Through Donkey Jaw

Dickie

This was only a few months after I lost my husband, and much of that time is a blur. I still felt as if there was something between me and the world. In some lights it was a window, in others a mirror.

August 20, 2026 | Fiction

FLGL8

Ursula Carroll

He looked like the kind of person who fed the pigeons in the park, and he charged $44.99 per hour to come to my home and hurt me. I scheduled him for the following Thursday.

August 20, 2026 | Fiction

FLGL8

Ursula Carroll

He looked like the kind of person who fed the pigeons in the park, and he charged $44.99 per hour to come to my home and hurt me. I scheduled him for the following Thursday.

August 19, 2026 | Fiction

Glue Pour

Grant Maierhofer

There wasn’t anything to say, or to do, but there was this terrible feeling as though one of these things was the thing desperately in need of pursuing.

August 19, 2026 | Fiction

Glue Pour

Grant Maierhofer

There wasn’t anything to say, or to do, but there was this terrible feeling as though one of these things was the thing desperately in need of pursuing.

August 6, 2026 | Fiction

Wordlessly into Oblivion

Nick van Osdol

He imagines regaling his girlfriend, who is sound asleep across the house, underfucked and on her way out soon, out of his life, that is, a fact unacknowledged by either but appreciated by both, with the news that he’s caught a cockroach.

 

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