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The Nonsense Brothers Detective Agency photo
November 28, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

The Nonsense Brothers Detective Agency

Steve Chang

Mondays, Mondays, Mondays!

Ha-ha! I love my wife Gwen! She's the best. Today, she sprinkled paprika in my oatmeal—to prank me I bet—and I didn’t figure it out until halfway through the bowl.

Mothers photo
November 21, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Mothers

Zoë Ballering

When I heard the name, I was sure it held a deeper meaning. No, she said, laughing... She explained that the knot combines the features of a reef knot, a thief knot, and a granny knot. It’s a portmanteau, not a metaphor. Grief has no meaning, she said.

The idiopathic bloodlust of inanimate objects photo
November 14, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

The idiopathic bloodlust of inanimate objects

JR Walsh

There wasn’t a bike rack because car people owned this town. You locked up to telephone poles covered in missing cats and hoped your chain stayed chained. In the shadows of rusting delivery trucks the

Your Ghosting Year photo
November 7, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Your Ghosting Year

Billy Hallal

January

Your friends want to go out for New Year’s. You do not.

They prod and cajole you: come on, it’ll be fuuuuuuun.

It’s not that you don’t like going out. You will more than happily join

Bloom photo
October 31, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Bloom

Rebecca L. Jensen

When we worked together at his father’s diner, Tom drove an old minivan; green body with red doors. He would crank the window down and idle outside my front door. He wore a blue bandana rolled up and

Goes to Town photo
October 24, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Goes to Town

Michelle Finkler

When I return home, Samuelson is still in the living room with his friend Jake. I hear them talking as I enter our apartment through the back door. They don’t know I’m home yet, as I had stepped out

Rats of Autun, 1522 photo
October 17, 2020 | Long(ish) Stories

Rats of Autun, 1522

Heather Monley

The rats have eaten the grain again, and the men need a new solution. We’ve already exhausted the usual methods of dealing with rats: traps, prayers, and cats. Our town has many cats, but they simply

From the Balcony photo
August 30, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

From the Balcony

Craig Loomis

From the long wooden balcony, from the house that overlooks a forest that is almost bluegreen in springtime and a witchy red during the fall, the snow slants through the trees like a new

geometry,

Wrong and Dangerous photo
August 27, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Wrong and Dangerous

Taylor Grieshober

What people don't tell you about grieving is that you'll spend months or years or maybe the rest of your life in this nebulous zone where half the time you love everyone in your life and the other half those same people repel you and you can't always tell which mood you'll be in at any given moment. Even the most grounded people become frenetic.

The Patron Saint of Loneliness photo
August 23, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

The Patron Saint of Loneliness

Sarah Shotland

I saw her at a campus TGIF three weeks ago. Talking Gender Issues Fridays. It’s a weekly chat-session where students come to look at the week’s current events through a gender lens. The campus used to be single-sex, but now we call it gender inclusive. We were going out of business; there are only so many radical lesbian 17 year olds, and most of them already get into Smith. 

Get Lost photo
August 20, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Get Lost

Kevin Wilson

On Friday at school, we were all vibrating, so nervous for what came next. We barely listened in class because what did it matter? We wouldn’t be around to turn in the homework that would be due on

Year of Conor McGregor photo
August 16, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Year of Conor McGregor

René Ostberg

Imagine if McGregor were a woman, I’d wonder throughout the day, as I sifted through the barrage of emails from my boss, all his reminders to cc him the next time I sent this or that, the notifications that he’d be leaving early again as I stayed late. Imagine McGregor in an office. Imagine him…or her, aged a bit past her prime. How would she prep for a fight? What would it be like to be a woman like her?

Like a Revolution photo
August 13, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Like a Revolution

Alex Perez

The truth was I knew exactly what was happening, how the possibility of power had clouded my judgment. In bed at night, I thought about putting a stop to all of it and just playing the season out, but I couldn’t shake my contempt for Parker. It wasn’t about baseball anymore, not in the slightest. It had taken just a few days for me to turn the war of aesthetics into a full-fledged revolution.

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance photo
August 9, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

A Hungry Bear Does Not Dance

Austin Ross

This is later, after the White House, after he has returned to San Clemente. He has shed the name Nixon, that iron albatross around his neck, and instead now calls himself Milhous. He savors the sound of it on his tongue, rolling it around like a sculptor molding clay on a pottery wheel. He speaks it like an incantation. It does not sound like the past; it instead glimmers faintly with the potential of new life.

Stephanie Loves Stephanie photo
August 6, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

Stephanie Loves Stephanie

Marta Balcewicz

“YOU IDIOT!” I scream, but only in my head. For 25 years now I haven’t been able to speak my mind, especially not to a stranger. Enrolling in Glenda’s Eagle Training course is supposed to help, but for now I’m still a grounded hatchling teetering my way through week three of the seven-week program.

You Are Not Alone photo
August 2, 2018 | Long(ish) Stories

You Are Not Alone

Catherine Uroff

“And there’s got to be some guidelines for this.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Lionel said. “So what are they? You just let me know and I’ll follow them. By God, I will.”
I didn’t have much for him. I sputtered some nonsense about my side of the refrigerator and if he saw Doritos in the pantry, especially the Cool Ranch kind in the blue bag, he should just assume that they were mine. But that was pretty much it.

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