In November 2011, Bethesda Game Studios released Skyrim, a gigantic, multi-console fantasy role playing game set in Bethesda's larger Elder Scrolls universe. Also in November 2011, I was just starting my graduate program at the University of Washington. I watched the footage on YouTube and told myself that after grad school, after I was done studying literary nonfiction and contextualizing and living an examined life, I would play the hell out of this game.

Last Night at the Electroclash

Some one said tech kids are really just
Bros who couldn’t play football. My wingman
Took so much shit in Fallujah he doesn’t even have
Facebook. Hipsters at

(jesus) [said]

i. a penis is not a victory dance.

x. friday is for wine, camels, and cummings.

ix. delilah penetrated samson first.

vii. paris is burning, fabulous.

iii. flesh

Amy Kurzweil likes to kick rocks and pull down curtains.  Metaphorically, of course – she’s a writer. 

Through her precocious and delightfully distrustful narrators, she examines the constructs

Syrup

We are listening to New Order with the blanket over our heads. Your PC under the blanket is our companion. You touch me again and again. It is very early.

Did I tell you about that

As Randy Johnson awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a mutant killing machine.

Ellis was truly surprised by

People spend their whole lives struggling to get what they think they want, and even if they get it, they find that it’s either not what they wanted, or it comes with so many unwanted

Enemy is the only title a film about relationships should have.

You Think You Can Stop Me??

You can’t stop me. 

So they don’t let me bring my cooler no more, big deal.  I’ll go to my truck.  Cold beers in my truck, my personal space.  Right there in the

rich

in maybe middle school i started telling my teachers, on the first day of class, that i’d prefer to be called rich. my friends started calling me rich too, because i told them to. i think

Any hitter can read any catcher’s shadow. Adjust for time of day and source of light, adjust for pitcher arm slot, specialty, handedness. Adjust for sea level, wind, weight of air, smog or lack of

In the bedroom, my girlfriend, every time she climaxes, shouts out: Bob Feller!

She is a big baseball fan.

Does it bother me that my girlfriend shouts out the name of Bob Feller in pleasure

You drink all the beers I bought
And push towards me an arm full of bottles
You say, “I want to be alone
With my dreams forever.”

I leave you to be with my dreams
They are all of you

I'm giving up cold turkey for lent.

* * *

The shuffling of their feet wakes you ask they sneak into your stable at night. These are the biker boys, the popular boys in

Two outs to go in the season, eight-nothing Huskies, it’s been a swinging party and nobody invited the Mats. Now Mould’s on the mound to close it out, he’s just been unhittable all year. A lot of

We need to leave room for bad days. But we also need to be brave enough to call people out. More understanding. Less fear. If I had a gospel, this is what I would preach—the gospel of tender rage. It’s not the same as punk rock, but it’s close.

François was working on a baseball campaign, the design and effects for it, two thirty second spots and a sixty, and fifteens cut down from the thirties. The director and his producer, on the couch

Visiting hours ran until eight o’clock that night. Matt sat by his father’s bed and thumbed through some text messages. If a nurse or attendant came in, he quickly slipped the phone into his

We're super excited to announce our next three Short Flight / Long Drive Books titles!!!

October 2014
Women
Chloe Caldwell

Women is a semi-autobiographical novella focusing

Frasier Crane never gets what he wants because Frasier Crane is a horrible person.

Amanda is in her first year of a new city, Chicago, binging on television on the internet, and suspects

Noah is a film better than the book

AL EAST

1. Tampa Bay Rays

WHY: Erik Bedard, who was the Pirates’ Opening Day starter in 2012, was forced to fight for the fifth spot in the Rays’ rotation, which is a sign of a

Uncle Max picked me up for tryouts. I must have been fidgety. I changed the radio station a half dozen times before turning it off.

“The Beach Boys shouldn’t call themselves boys,” I said.

My Father as a Baseball Coach

His hands are golden, approaching leather.
He wears a mid-night blue windbreaker
because coaching baseball is a frozen verb.
Whenever my father runs his hand

We parked on Michigan Avenue like we always would, walking hand-in-hand through Corktown, the oldest neighborhood in Detroit. We bought peanuts in brown paper bags from vendors on the street. They