Fiction

King Bro

by Tim Waldron

Lily frowned and rolled her bottom lip after opening my suitcase.  She pulled a pair of bunched up cargo pants out and shook them; as if the wrinkles would fly off, like dust from an old dirty rug.  She folded the...

The Little Rogue

by Maria Kuznetsova

Rufina sighed at her reflection in the mirror and tried again. She said, “I’m going back to America tomorrow. I’m sorry.” No, this wouldn’t do, she decided. This wouldn’t do at all. She took a de...

No Room in the Inn

by Marcus Slease

I was trying to be the Johnny Appleseed of what I don’t know. This was my fourth country in four years. Jerry had done five countries. His least favorite was Denmark. He said the people were cold and he was forced...

Rubber Bands

by Apryl Lee

Once a year, we gather out on the beach at Franklin’s inlet, at the very end of Dune Road. We all bring our canvas totes, our monogrammed picnic blankets, our reusable grocery bags of wine and summer salads, f...

Not My Fault, Vato

by Cooper Renner

You can fall butt over bean, jackass-backwards, all the way down the canal side, vato, but it’s still not my fault the chica deleted your damn phone number. Don’t you remember el profesor’s dyed mu...

Lanky

by Cooper Renner

Nothing will equal the loyalty of your vitamin: not bloom, not planet, not the lanky apparition of your wife looking sexy in her rental pajamas. Click on the oval. Yes, the bald one. Hungry? Spoken like a true throa...

Another Open House

by Chris Sheehan

In the kitchen, the dry-erase board reads: Welcome home! It’s the realtor’s signature touch of certainty or faith, something Horace should’ve expected; though standing in the kitchen, staring at its startling ...

Short, Improbable Love Stories

by Daniel Brauer

Hot Air Ballooning Through the Aurora Borealis You were buck hunting from the air, going east. I was searching for lost Eskimo gold, going west. Our baskets crashed together and our balloons got tangled. Off came ou...

Variation on a Love Story and Nostos

by Jaydn DeWald

Variation on a Love Story Striding toward his wife, a beautiful Irish-looking woman, through the salt mist of the shore, the husband decides to confess that he is not, as she believes him to be, a high school econom...

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by David Peak

The woman who would eventually come to be my wife was raped when she was thirteen. The man—the rapist—was a transient trucker nearly twice her age. She was small town, or at least that’s how she’d explain it...

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