Category: Fiction

Sore point, by Dasha Zagurskaya

She moved to the big city for college with no expectations, which turned out to be a good thing, for in the end of the day she didn’t have to let go of them in addition to exorbitant sums of money spent on menthol cigarettes. New York geared an inscrutable mechanism inside her. Her sleep […]

The Corpse House, by Tyrel Kessinger

Along with the freelance handyman jobs here and there, Terry always picked up the seasonal hours at The Corpse House. Extra money was extra money, he told people, though he did it simply for the art of it; his love for scaring the shit out of people. He practiced moves in the mirror in the […]

Mr. Sip Temptation, by W.A Coleman

Look at You. You sly you. You naughty you.Go ahead. Do it. Make it easier than easy on me. Bring it right to my mouth. Set it on my lip. Tempt me Tempt my cottonmouth. With all my favorites. With all your favorites. Jus like ya used ta do. You know. Back before. I knew.Give […]

Happiland, by Mileva Anastasiadou

Originally published in Rhetoric Askew’s Anthology Askew, Mileva Anastasiadou’s Happiland speaks to the migrant crisis, and includes themes such as war, and a sort of euphoria-denial breakdown experienced by the bereaved (and perhaps the dead). Sneaking into the old lady’s garden was not easy, yet the young man was determined. She used to keep her […]

Four by Four, by Richard Gibney

by Richard Gibney (This short story was featured on Ireland’s RTE’s short story season back in 2011.) A mortar, launched from hundreds of yards behind Edward Greenway, goes off in front of him, spattering huge quantities of sand. As the smoke clears, he clumsily falls into the crater that the mortar has created. A second bomb […]

Daylight Savings, by Chad Senesac

“Pigs-in-a-blanket. Don’t taste the same.” The man across from Jack smiled. Abiding the years, a refreshing familiarity came as comforting as a deep sip of warm whiskey which would be nowhere in sight: the living room was full of Baptists and strangers at that. “I doubt Miss Cynthia made them,” said Jack. “Probably not.” For […]

Fish Out of Water, by Michael Giorgio

I never thought the next time I’d be at the lake with Dad that he would be dead for two weeks at the time. Was my father angry with me for canceling out on him a couple of times after promising to go fishing with him? Is that why the summons from Mr. Dowling, the […]

Nutty Bars on a Porch Swing, by Gail Allan

Anneliese’s muscles ache with the pain of being unable to perform the simple task of putting her car in reverse. She has been trying to leave her house and go to the grocery for the last two hours. Yet even with her nose plug, eye blinders, and ear buds, she has still managed to have […]

A Murder At The Dream Diner, by Zubair Simonson

I can only remember in fragments. I was driving, or maybe I was drifting, on a stretch of lonely highway that sliced through barren flat terrain. My hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel at the ten and two o’clock positions. The horizon ahead of me seemed as distant as the stars themselves. The firmament […]

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