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Train Station, Car Ride
Jake McCabe
He produces a handgun from under the seat, displays it, points it up toward the sunroof.
Filial, your father said
Cameron Darc
Right away we shared amphetamines. He fed them to me to keep me awake.
We Were Children Once
Chelsea Catherine
We were children once, but we aren’t anymore. At least, that’s what Magda says.
Excerpt from 'METH-DTF'
Shane Jesse Christmass
I tell him that next year I may hang myself—that’s the funny thing about life—you never know what it’s going to throw at you.
The Scene Will Turn You
Garth MirĂ³
I like to hang out with models. Models, like Chip in Rent Boy, understand the “strange desires of men.” They live a life of the body.
The ABCs of My Drug Problem
Lee Black
S is for sponsor who you really should call.
Motherfuckin House of Hunger
Uzodinma Okehi
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
Cosmically Forsaken
Teddy Duncan Jr.
They put her flyer on their mailboxes and look at me like she’s dead.
Public Freakout
Sydney Hirsch
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
DON'T STEP INTO MY OFFICE
David Fishkind
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
Excerpt from 'Counterillumination'
Audrey Szasz
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
NEW LIFE: LIMA, PERU
Siel Ju
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
Opal, Opal
Marin Kosut
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
Daddy Knapsack
@writers_life_tips
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
JOHNNY-THE-ORDERLY & other stories
Jamie Iredell
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
Girls on Dirty Sofas, Close Together
Adelaide Faith
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
tethered to the other always
Alexander Fredman
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
Society of Elliott Smiths
Teddy Engs
One weird Halloween everybody dressed up as Elliott Smith.
Gulf Stream Kindness
Sam Berman
I was taking a new drug that was making it so I could talk to my car.
Morning Shift
Alyssa Gillon
We loved her but expected her to go on and on, weeping with her flowers and crown, reciting poems.
Recent Books
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!