Short Story

Evening Meal, Streambed, Bicycle

Gary Barwin -

THE EVENING MEAL My father rolled up our house and walked into the forest. When he arrived at the world’s edge, he turned, pulled up...

The Cuckoo Is a Pretty Bird

David Laskowski -

The Cuckoo Is a Pretty Bird When asked by the Committee on Acknowledgment for A Purpose to Be Named Later to choose a...

There Was No One There

Vanessa Place -

There was no one there when they first walked in. First thing in the morning, but it'd been hot already, thick hot, that heat...

Feather Duster Down

Stan Apps -

There was a fountain in the middle of the traffic-circle, and what seemed to be wealth was rushing out of the top of it...

Our Children Would Not Kill Us

Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer -

I don’t want to give the impression that I was special; yet this was an extraordinary time in my life; I was a wreck,...

The Only Detail That Matters

Stacey May Fowles -

One In our fifth roadside motel room Alice is standing in front of the mirror examining her face carefully. She is wearing nothing more than...

Hot Bitches

Trinie Dalton -

Twinkles popped the trunk with her paw, and poochies piled out like spring-loaded snakes from a gag peanut can. The five bitches in heat...

Tell Me. Why Does He Have To Have a Head?

Eva Moran -

This all started when Niall grilled me about which athletes have the best bodies. “Fucking fighters,” he said. And contemplating his decorated amateur boxer bod and...

The Sound of Morning Glory

Karina Melendez -

"The Sound of Morning Glory" will be back soon after a technical error has been fixed!

In Christ there Is No East or West

Derek Weiler -

She said: “If someone was getting married it would be important enough, wouldn’t it? This is the closest thing to a wedding Francis is...