Story: The Magic Spot

Story: The Magic Spot

He lay in the grassy median of a road which bounded one side of a large inner-city university.  How he had come there, nobody knew.  From his looks, though, his…
Story: Them by Meg Pokrass

Story: Them by Meg Pokrass

You would hate it if you knew how many times I apply lipstick now that you're gone. I'm putting it on, like, every five minutes to get through the next…
Crazy by T. E. Cowell

Crazy by T. E. Cowell

She said, “This is crazy.” She looked at me. “Isn’t this crazy?” I shrugged. I thought that, sure, maybe it was a little crazy. But I thought it was exciting,…
Story: Who/Whom? by David Lohrey

Story: Who/Whom? by David Lohrey

David Lohrey grew up in Memphis. His poetry can be found in Otoliths, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Easy Street and Quarterday. In addition, recent poems The post Who/Whom? by David Lohrey…
Story: Buy it Now!

Story: Buy it Now!

<Open Transmission> BUY IT NOW! New BactiCulture Watch™! Have the time of life with this organically engineered timepiece complete with genome technology. Why waste your brainpower reading boring analog watches…
Story: Supper by Manuel Martin

Story: Supper by Manuel Martin

While the apartment phone rings over and over, the couple cooks awkwardly trying not to involve eye contact with each other. Her shinny blue eyes are fixed on the onion…
Story: Nurtured by robert c. radziejewski

Story: Nurtured by robert c. radziejewski

I was assembled anonymously according to traditions. I fail to realize my identity. My memory is cyclically deleted. I’m a symbiotic specialized adaption for systematic kinetic force. I have been…

Story: Slide by Eli Cranor

PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me…

Snapchat by Sean Butler

It was dusk and Cuervo paced around the apartment, the sound of his nails clicking across the floor marking time with the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. The…
Story: The Dress by Bruce Levine

Story: The Dress by Bruce Levine

The Dress by Bruce Levine Claudine Bucknell set up her easel in what would have been the shadow of the north-west leg of the Washington Square Arch if there could…

Witch Dream by Jack Daykin

I’m posting this here, asking for your help. This is true. I had my friend Josh sleep over at my house. We are both in high school, and honestly, his…

The Body Farm By Chelsey Zhu

Daniel believed he had found the perfect girl. She was bright and enthusiastic, and most importantly not squeamish about his work. The post The Body Farm By Chelsey Zhu appeared…

Newly Deceased by Ryan Brooks

First day of school and, like most kids, I was feeling very nervous. Trying to look unconcerned about all the people pointing and whispering at me, I made my way…

Story: Wreckage by Holden Lyric

She always loves the smell of her mother's freshly baked apple pie. She never dares eat it, though. She always appreciates the smell of food more than the taste. The…