Fiction

John Brandon -

The name of the lot was COOS AUTO BROKERS and the motto was Good Cars—Good People. Joyce used her weight to open the...

Peter Darbyshire -

Nickel takes everyone in the office on a corporate retreat for the day. We go to Gun World, an indoor shooting environment in the...

Tamar Halpern -

I am sixteen and running away to the house where the grifters are squatting. A single story rectangle with a claustrophobic porch, the place...

John Goldbach -

He kisses her neck, while she sleeps, with little pressure. Staring at her, he thinks of the warmth and desire her face inspires...

Sherwin Sullivan Tjia -

The hypnotist knows what he’s doing. The woman in the bed with him has her eyes closed. She was very susceptible. Not everyone is....

Rhonda Waterfall -

Patty boards the train in Calgary on her way back home to Vancouver and takes a seat near the window. Other passengers heft their...

Pasha Malla -

On the Other Internet there’s no “www.” There’s no such thing as URL’s or menu bars or web searches or any of that. You...

Veronica Gonzalez -

It was 1960 and we hitchhiked through the middle of the United States. We slept wherever we could, on floors mostly, in the backs...

Jennifer McCartney -

excerpted from the forthcoming novel The Man With the Divided Back There are only three cities in North America which can claim to be the...

Toby Litt -

She remembers them, Alice and Alex, not as they were, nor as they would have liked to be, nor even as they would have...